Tell My Mom

Tell my mom.  This is my daughter’s new favorite phrase.  It’s a beautifully constructed sentence, especially for a child labeled as “non verbal” and effortlessly shares her overwhelming pride in her achievements. She tells her speech therapist to tell my mom about the letter P sound she made this morning. She tells her occupational therapist to tell my mom about the snowman she made out of rice.…

A Secret Jewish Prayer

When I was a little girl, I heard a story about prayer. I can’t remember if it was directly taught to me in Hebrew school or something I just picked up. In the story, a small child did not yet know how to pray, yet she knew the letters of the alphabet. So she would simply recite the…

The Mommy Game

I have never been very competitive. When I was in middle school, I remember stealing the soccer ball away from my opponent, who happened to be my science partner, then stopping to ask if she was “okay”.    I would always let my friends cheat when playing checkers and I voted against myself in school elections…

Yes, my hands are full

This afternoon a man yelled at me from his car. They are words I will never forget. He must have seen us inside the grocery store. It was the first time we were going in without a stroller. Everybody do good listening for Momma, okay? Six innocent eyes peered back at me. You will hold…