I’m sorry. I know those two words seem so small, and they are. They are nothing more than seven simple letters, but I don’t know where else to start. So I’ll start with this: I’m sorry. There are things I’m not sorry for, things I can’t be sorry for. I’m […]
Author: Kimberly Zapata
I’m NOT Piercing My Daughter’s Ears
I received my first tattoo on my 18th birthday. I went to the DMV, traded my driver’s permit for a state-issued ID card, and headed to a tattoo parlor in a strip mall – one that did piercings on the side and was nestled near a Chinese restaurant and Dunkin’ […]
What My Child’s Hurtful Words Taught Me About Motherhood
“No, Mom; go ‘way!” Her words cut me. I was sure she didn’t mean them; she is two-years-old and her concept of departure is limited at best, but it didn’t take the sting out of it, and it didn’t soften the blow. In an instant I saw her face, still […]
Why I’m Teaching My Daughter To Call Her “Cookie” Its Proper Name
It happened in a blur: One minute my daughter was babbling and singing during her diaper change, and the next she was spreading her labia aside and, um, exploring. I froze. What should I say? What should I do? What happens next? Let’s be honest: I knew this would come up […]
The Perils Of Pregnancy Poop
Some people have those warm and fuzzy pregnancy memories, like that day they got that long-awaited positive test result or memories of how their spouse’s hand tightened around their own when they heard the “whoosh, whoosh” of baby’s heartbeat for the first time. I have memories like that, too. But […]
Minnie is a WHAT?: The Great Gender Discussion
Everyday my daughter runs in from school, rushes right to her bedroom, and grabs her lovey — i.e. a severed animal head slapped on a small, satiny cloth. Yes, this toy is as terrifying as it sounds, but it is her toy. Everyday she snuggles it, every night she sleeps […]
Thank You to Awkward, Pimply-Faced Younger Me For This
As I ebb ever closer to my mid-thirties, as I find myself choosing to turn off both music and the TV in lieu of a good book, and as I find myself actually watching Lifetime movies (I’m looking at you, Unauthorized Full House Story), I am aware of one thing: […]
The Conversation I’m Scared to Have with My Daughter
My daughter is two-years-old. Actually, she is a few days shy of 27 months, but I think you stop counting months after their second birthday — clothing companies sure do. She is young and blissfully ignorant of the world around her (i.e. her entire world consists of Elmo, Mickey, and goldfish) but […]