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Along the way…

If you had told me on April 15th, 2010, as I pained over every single word of my very first blog post, that I would be here, less than a year later, writing my 200th post, I’m not sure that I would have believed you. When I wrote that first post, I had not one blogging friend. I followed about twenty people on Twitter and for the longest time, only eight people followed me.… Continued

A Tight Ship

I worked as a nanny before I had children and over the span of fifteen years, I cared for eleven children. Eleven gorgeous and loving children. I was hired for my no-nonsense ways. I was praised for the manners that I instilled in my charges and I was retained because I taught them to respect themselves and others. I knew how to get them to eat a variety of foods, how to nip sassiness in the bud.… Continued

Say That You’ll Be True…

When I was a young child, even younger than Katie is now, my mother would sometimes invite me into the living room to dance with her in the evenings after supper or on a lazy Saturday afternoon. She would choose our favorite album for dancing, Creedence Clearwater Revival’s Chronicle. Ever so carefully, she would slide the large disc from its cardboard sleeve, leaving behind the white paper lining.… Continued

Never Far From the Door

I’ve struggled with anxiety for my entire life. Over the years, I’ve learned various methods for dealing with everything from basic unease to full-blown panic attacks. In my experience, the latter have been far easier to cope with.  They come and they are frightening and truly terrible, but then they pass and they eventually release their grip on me. The anxiety that latches on and slowly, but surely, nearly pulls me under, is the most difficult for me to overcome.… Continued

Reason #8 Why Having a Preschooler Rocks

One of the greatest things about having a preschooler is that you get to help them make useless crafts that take you back to your own childhood when you made your own worthless crafts. This week, we made a completely useless craft lovely stained glass candle holders. To make your own useless craft lovely keepsake, here’s what you’ll need to collect from your recycling bin craft cabinet: empty and clean baby food jars pieces of cut up tissue paper in every color of the preschooler rainbow white school glue tea light or votive candle Step One: Have your overzealous preschooler smear their finger in the glue and rub it on the table, her arms, her legs, in her mouth, and in her hair the baby food jar.… Continued

Forever and Ever

Dear Katie and Matthew, I am writing to apologize to each of you for my complete lack of patience this afternoon.  I was tired, grumpy, and simply no fun to be with. I rushed you, was easily exasperated by you, and caught myself longing for bedtime more often than I care to admit. Today was not one of my finer parenting days.… Continued

Waiting and Willing

The humidity was thick and clung to my skin, pink from too much sun. My golden hair hung down my back, the undermost strands stuck to my skin, trapped in the baby fat folds of my neck. Humid, sticky summer afternoons meant Fla-Vor-Ice pops. There was a ritual to it, one that defined the summers of my early childhood. We waited while my mother took a kitchen knife and sliced of the top quarter of an inch of each pop.… Continued

Stuck

After two terrible pregnancies, I want another baby. I’m certain that I am one of the worst pregnant women ever.  Morning sickness kicks in for me at 6 weeks and doesn’t stop raging until I give birth.  Not a mild, “my belly feels off” feeling, but rather an “I think I might die” all-day sickness. With both children, I was on anti-nausea medicine until they were born and still vomited often.… Continued

Where I’m From…

I am from steaming breakfasts of golden, crispy bird’s nests with magnificent runny yolks, from impossibly weak Maxwell House coffee and pre-dawn moments of true connection. I am from the salmony pink-shingled house on the corner, drafty, sunny, and melancholy. Three front steps, ever in need of fresh paint, slightly wobbly from the destructive frosting and heaving of the long and brutal winter.… Continued

So That You May Know Her…

Dear Katie and Matthew, Your grandmother is lying in a hospital bed tonight and she is dying. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, but very soon. Daddy is with her, holding her hand and telling her just how much we all love her. Neither of you will remember her and that breaks my heart. There is so much about her that I want you both to know.… Continued

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Nichole Beaudry @NicholeBeaudry Location: Northern California
Each and every day, I strive to appreciate the wonder, beauty, and whimsy in the small moments, the moments that, when strung together, form a lifetime.
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