Danielle Dayney

Tag: daughter

  • And She said to Follow my Dreams.

    I can remember it like it was yesterday.  I was sitting with my mom in white plastic chairs on her front porch talking about life.  I was roughly 21, so my true sense of life had literally barely begun to show itself.  I was probably more  worried about getting to the bar to play some…

  • Rushing Along.

    Today I found myself getting upset at my oldest daughter over the smallest things while shopping in Target.  She wanted to take some extra time to peruse the shiny, beaded headbands, but I rushed her along.  She asked to look in the dollar section and I only let her quickly scan the aisles.  I kept…

  • That Time of Year Again…

    Mom, I really miss you. It’s that time of year again when sadness and loneliness begin to consume me, despite all my efforts to not let it happen.  As childish and silly as it may sound, despite being a full-grown thirty-four-year-old woman, I still want to stomp my feet and whale out, “it’s not fair!”…

  • A Poem for my Oldest

    I’ll start with her hair, Golden like the sun. With a bit of a wave, All tousled and fun. Her nose is lightly kissed With freckles, so sweet. And her smile can surely Melt your heart in a beat. Her laugh is just like A little bell ringing. And I’m taken away Each time that…

  • Breast or Bottle?

    At the risk of making a lot of people frustrated with me, I have to talk about something that has been weighing heavily on my mind ever since I found out I was pregnant with my second child: the “breast or bottle” discussion. When a woman is pregnant, whether or not she is going to…

  • Miracle of Life. Circle of Life.

    How is it that someone so tiny, who I never even knew before just a couple weeks ago, can touch my heart so fondly?  How can I love this tiny miracle so much?  I want to protect her, despite the many miles between us.  I am not incredibly spiritual, by any means, but I do…