Mandy Hitchcock

Motherhood. Loss. Authenticity. Resilience.

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No, My Children Are Not Too Young To Learn About Donald Trump’s America

“What is much scarier than Trump is the thought that there are parents who filled their 7-and 8-year old children’s heads with such vitriolic opinions that they were sobbing, angry, shaken, and crying themselves to sleep over the results of… Continue Reading →

My Daughter’s Death Changed Me, But It Did Not Make Me Superhuman

I was both humbled and proud to debut on the Brain, Child blog yesterday with a piece that was hard for me to write and share, because it says the opposite of what I think most people expect me to… Continue Reading →

Happy Seventh Birthday, Sweet Hudson

For some reason, I can’t let go of my One Good Thing blog, where my writing journey began just after Hudson died. Some part of her will always live there for me, I guess. So I’ll keep writing my letters… Continue Reading →

Hudson’s Birth Story

It might be cheating on NaBloPoMo to share old posts, but I’ve done it already and on this last day of the month, I am doing little else but preparing myself–emotionally, physically, and otherwise–to celebrate Hudson’s birthday tomorrow, and there… Continue Reading →

You Win Some, You Lose Some

After yesterday’s wonderful day with the kids, today was so bad that Ed and I decided we’d rather go to the grocery store together with both kids than leave them at home with one or the other parent. Yeah, it was… Continue Reading →

“OK” Is The Sweetest Word

Today was an amazing day. A glorious day. An extraordinary day. It was 70 degrees and sunny on the Saturday after Thanksgiving. We spent the day mostly outside with our kids, raking, blowing, and playing in the million leaves in… Continue Reading →

We Need a Little Christmas

Speaking of Christmas music, my four-year-old Jackson can’t get enough of it. We’ve had it blaring on Pandora and in the car for at least two weeks already. Tonight, my dad took him to his regular swimming lesson, and when… Continue Reading →

Why I’m Breaking My Number One Child Sleep Rule

I lie next to my four-year-old son in his full-sized bed. He’s facing away from me, and my arm drapes over his shoulder. If he were bigger, I’d say we’re spooning, but his legs are still far too short for… Continue Reading →

I Don’t Want to Leave Any Marks

My small daughter stood anchored to the floor in her footed pajamas, glancing uncertainly first at me and then towards the bedroom door, in which direction her older brother had just run at breakneck speed. Her round little face was… Continue Reading →

Facing Forward

At the age of four years, three months, and ten days, my son Jackson finally got to ride in a forward-facing car seat. I’ve been a long-time and vocal proponent of extended rear-facing for kids in cars. Well before the… Continue Reading →

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