Hi! My name is Nicole, but my kids call me "mommy," my husband calls me "honey," and I answer to "sugar pie" from just about anyone, but only if you say it with a Southern accent. My family and I now call the Carolina coast home. After a long gypsy phase, something about the sand and sunshine persuaded us to stay, and we've been baptized officially into the South with sweet tea.
My daughter Claire is four years old and has spent her lifetime teaching me to mother, some times more gracefully than others. In December, my son Gage joined our family and is already expanding my curriculum, particularly the diaper changing lessons. My partner in parenting and life is my husband Ron, perhaps the most even-keeled person I've ever met. His realism and logic are a good match to my optimism and intuition. (It doesn't hurt that he's also really cute.)
In a former life, I worked as a genetic counselor in high-risk prenatal and pediatric clinics, and I still indulge my inner science geek whenever I can. I'm a sucker for romantic comedies, pretty fabric and chai lattes. I bake. I sew. I do crafts with my kids. I dance and play at Nia. All the while, I alternate wildly between indulging my bohemian nature and embracing my inner belle, in addition to a whole lot of flying by the seat of my pants.
About Sitting Still
Quite a number of people have remarked that this blog is titled "Sitting Still" even though that's something I rarely do. Truth is, I chose the name after lines of a favorite poem: T.S. Eliot's Ash Wednesday. It's a really long poem, and I can't promise that I know exactly what Mr. Eliot meant by it. However, I adore the way it feels when read aloud and these lines in particular have always inspired me:
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still