When Emily was about five, she came to us with this: “For my Bat Mitzvah I want to have a giant black-and-white masquerade ball and I want everyone to come in, like, giant ball gowns. Mmmmkay?” Our response, because she was FIVE, was a quick nod of the head and…
I remember so little of my pregnancy with Emily, which is unusual, I think, since she was my first. I know for certain that I signed up for weekly emails that compared my growing little stomach gnomes to various fruits and vegetables and I recall being so proud to exclaim…
I wish I had proper words for you, to describe this feeling. What’s it like to see the look on your child’s face as she realizes her dreams can be reality; that they will be reality. Because she thinks it, wants it, needs it, feels it. I wish I had…
