Tag Archives: Feelings

Grey hairs

Grey hairs

I have officially gone grey. The nice people tell me it means I have wisdom to share, and I’ll agree, the hair on my head tells a story. Certainly, I’m grey from breastfeeding day and night for over six years. I’m grey from the tantrums in the grocery store over Goldfish crackers and sparklers, and… Read more

Her fog

Her fog

She’s translucent again, as it steals her away, tearing down the resilience we had toiled to build. And I am consumed by trying to shoo her worries away, if only I could. Instead, it feels as soon as I patch one area of her heart another seam opens. I never thought I would need to… Read more

Bitter and sweet

Bitter and sweet

Time slipped away on me once more. I had plans to stretch the construct of time this parental leave, and yet six months has come and gone, leaving me crying by myself in the Tim Horton’s drive-thru. One last leave, I blubber to the employee, as I key in my pin for the three dollar… Read more

Scrubbing freckles

Scrubbing freckles

The sand sits on the bottom of the tub amongst the bubbles and bath toys. It’s lonely there, as lonely as the girl washing it out of her long sun bleached blonde hair. Her tears collect in the bubbles. This bath is a hard one. As is the ritual each year the week back to… Read more

I hope to

I hope to

You sleep beside me because I want you to. When you’re close I can watch your hands twitch as they find their way to your resting pose- your right hand’s thumb lodges itself in your pouty lips and your left arm raises straight above your head. That’s the sweet spot. I hope I remember you… Read more

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