Show Up or Die Trying

I've been thinking about what it means to show up for others a lot lately. I show up a lot. My internal programming, set during my earliest years, is to show up for others before myself. I show up. Or I die trying.

There have been periods of my life where I have had to show up for me, us, and our immediate family only: during infertility treatments, during dementia care especially. Those times when life is so hectic you are coming & going and not doing much outside of the task at hand. 

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Father's Day: On Fatherhood & Family in a Cross-Generational Household

It’s 4am and I’m sitting on the couch watching the lightening storm outside, eating a chocolate bar and drinking coffee. My love is with family out of town celebrating the first part of the Father’s Day weekend — his first time celebrating it himself. He returns to us tonight and tomorrow we celebrate together. I’ve just started yet another load of laundry, grateful to have gotten 6 consecutive hours of sleep last night after a week of getting up at night with my mother-in-law every 20 minutes, because her body and brain were in one of her epic no-sleep spin cycles. Yes, Dementia sucks.

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On Waiting

I met the love of my life at 37—well past the age most doctors want you to be when trying to have your first baby. When our own attempts at having a baby culminated in multiple miscarriages, and countless failed pregnancy tests, we spoke with my ob-gyn and moved into the seemingly frightening world of fertility treatments.

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