Cancer has a profound effect on the youngest members of the family, especially when you go from swim Mom to sick Mom overnight.
PUBLISHED May 12, 2018
A native New Yorker, Shira Kallus Zwebner is a communications consultant and writer living with her husband and three children in Jerusalem, Israel. Diagnosed in 2017 with diffuse large B-cell lymphoma, she's fighting her cancer battle and blogging about the journey at hipstermomblog.com
I started the school year on Sept. 1, 2017 with a color-coded and laminated drop-off schedule hung up on our refrigerator door. Three knapsacks, each name embroidered in different colored thread, were packed with new school supplies and lined up neatly next to our front door. Lunch boxes were filled with their favorite foods, water bottles were chilled and all books were covered, labeled and stacked based on days they were needed.
This year, I told myself, I'm going to right all the wrongs from last year and parent like a boss.
This year, I told myself, I'm going to right all the wrongs from last year and parent like a boss.
I'm not a “Pinterest Mom” by any means, but by the first week of November I had worked out all of the kinks in our daily schedule. Our house was running like a well-oiled machine; I had drop off and pick up at after school activities down to the second, dinners planned and cooked for the kids’ supper time, and all knapsacks packed and ready each night before our three children went to sleep.
Our children were thriving, and I was enjoying their little milestones: participating in my son's fourth birthday party at his nursery school, watching my 6-year-old do the crawl unassisted during her swim lessons and peeking through the window to catch my daughter's very first pirouette in dance class.
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