Mommy’s little helper

My 'molecular formation'-- she goes where I go. 😉

When the ultrasound technician told me in the fall of 2007 that ‘peanut’ was a boy, my jaw hit the floor.  A boy?!  How would I raise a son?  I don’t know the first thing about little boys!  It never once crossed my mind that I’d have anything other than a girl.  I’d even purchased a few dresses in anticipation.  Of course the gender was largely irrelevant– all I wanted was a healthy child– yet I was still stunned. Would we have anything in common?  Convinced Will would have to teach me everything, I wanted to bring my own ‘knowledge’ to the table, so I began frantically consulting mothers about their sons.

More than three years later, I could not imagine having anything but a little brother for Adam.  The bond between a mother and her son is like nothing else.  Girls?!  What high maintenance little women, destined to evolve into bratty teenagers with smart mouths that are mortified by their parentals.  Can I be the best possible mother to my daughter in a world where females face unique challenges?  Is she going to adore me the way my son does?

She’s here now.  I can’t imagine it any other way.  I have the best of BOTH worlds….a precious son and a precious daughter.  I am so blessed.  Adam and Tatum fulfill me in ways I cannot even begin to describe and I eagerly anticipate every single day with my precious children. 

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,



About Cocktails With Hemingway

I'm blunt and opinionated. Virtually everything I say or do is a contradiction but I'm not a hypocrite. I never hesitate to speak my mind and never fail to leave an impression wherever I go. You love me, you hate me, but you'll never forget me.
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