aileenreilly It's only 10:30am on Sunday. I've already become an attorney, bought a house, sold a house, bought another house, lost a job, become a salesperson with a maximum $50K annual income, had six children -- all boys -- including two sets of twins. I'm exhausted. Meanwhile my eight year old opponent is an entertainer living in a mansion. #life 24h

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aileenreilly Late night rush hour at the bath tub. Traffic jammed. Delays expected. 1d

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aileenreilly Early mornings with bright sun and last night's dinner crumbs still in the spot where the eight year old ate. Birds calling for mates and arguing over the nesting box. Bluebirds or wrens, who will win this season? Hot coffee passing through my mouth and warming my insides. A whole day ahead of things to do and things to prepare. But for now, stillness and peace. The dog at my feet. 2d

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aileenreilly Sometimes you just want to stroll and dream. Or follow behind your daughter who is strolling and dreaming. #rockandrollhalloffame #cleveland #springbreak 3d

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aileenreilly Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could. ~ Louise Erdrich 4d

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aileenreilly You who are 12 today. 12 years of having your spirit in my life, your silly faces, your art, your I’ll-be-me, your doing your own thing, your determination, your all-in, your logic and figure your way out of anything, your courage, your colorful outfits, your silly faces, your funny videos, your sense of humor, your being a nudge, your athleticism, your devotion, your loyalty, your good sense, your intelligence, your silly faces, your YOU. Did I mention your silly faces? I love how many gigabytes in this family have been devoted to not only capturing but sharing all your funny faces and videos. I love you Keelin @88keke88, your whole heart and spirit. Thank you for coming into my life and bringing many more laughs and much love with you. 2w

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aileenreilly His hand on mine, learning how to shoot. Awkwardly photographed with my iPhone. 2w

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aileenreilly U14 NITs. USAFieldHockey. 2 of my girls playing. #capitalpegasus #cpeg #fieldhockey #usafh 3w

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aileenreilly Despite spending many of my angst-filled teen years dreaming of leaving this place and never returning, and despite the many intervening years since then, I am always amazed at how much it feels like coming home when I drive across this line. 3w

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aileenreilly Double trouble. Brothers. 4w

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aileenreilly Frozen buds.
Can't.
quite.
make.
it.
to.
Spring.
Lovely blue sky though.
4w

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aileenreilly Second grade field trip to the National Museum of the American Indian where we learned about the power of land, about spirit animals, about centuries-old traditions, and how dominance over someone's physicality does not grant control of their being and their soul. 1mon

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aileenreilly Someone is slacking on the job. And it ain't the dog. 1mon

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aileenreilly Sunrise this morning. It’s only now, 14 hours later, that I remembered this photo I took earlier today watching the glorious sun rise with my 8 year old son next to me standing in our bay window. I wasn’t always a morning person, but now I’ve succumbed to that reality. And I actually look forward to it. That sleepy head calling “Mom.” That silent good morning kiss. The sleepy eyes adjusting to walking. The reaching for my hand. The walk in the barely lit upper hallway. The dog moving silently through our legs, wanting to come too, but not wanting to walk ahead. The stairs down. The kitchen where we see the first light of day. And today, the pinks. And the purples. And the “Mom, LOOK.” And together getting our cameras and heading to the bay window where the view is lower and closer. And talking about what we see. The colors, the birds, the frost on the window. And for a moment, we pause. And we’re just there together, taking it all in. The expansiveness of it all. And then something breaks in the moment, and it’s time to move on. Orange juice and breakfast for him; coffee for me. Feed the dog. Feed the bunny. The day begins. 1mon

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aileenreilly No parents allowed. Hardcore Little League tryouts and scouting. Coaches only. Clipboards required. My 8 year old couldn't wait and took off with excitement as we entered the door. #viennalittleleague #vll #AAs #springbaseball 1mon

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aileenreilly Once upon a time, I had a baby. And she was a little girl, and I was afraid I would drop her. And I was afraid that she would fly out of my hands while I was walking down the stairs. And I was afraid that I would roll over on top of her in my sleep. And I was afraid that I didn’t know what I was doing. And when I left a room, she would call for me. And when I entered a room, she would reach for me. And when we walked together, she always held my hand. Until she didn’t. And she no longer called for me because she knew I’d be back. And when I came back, she no longer reached for me, but she smiled. And here she is on stage. And I’m right there in front of her, smiling back and taking her photograph. And I’m giving her a hand when she’s all done. And afterwards, I left and she stayed with her friends. And then I went back and picked her up. And I smiled and she smiled. And then we went home. The End. 2mon

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aileenreilly Up at 5am to drive over an hour for a field hockey tournament. Watching two of my girls on the same team passing to each other #priceless. #capitalpegasus #fieldhockey 2mon

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aileenreilly It’s easy to learn the athletic skills necessary to play a game. And if you practice enough, you might be good at it. But what’s harder to teach in life are the things that really matter. Today my son scored 2 points in his basketball game. I was proud of him. He’s been practicing a lot. But at one point, he collided with a player from the other team, and they both went down. Hard. My son landed on top of the other boy. After standing back up, my son didn’t take the congratulations from his teammates for making a good play, instead he turned around and reached down to help the boy from the opposing team back up. And in that moment my heart swelled three sizes. It would have been easy to run over to his teammates. But he didn’t. He’s learning those things that truly matter. Not the 2 points, not the plays that make you look good, but the turning around and reaching back to help someone who needs it. 2mon
  •   honeylazar He has a mother who began the "what matters" lessons years ago. Lucky kid. 2mon
  •   storyboxart ️ awesome like his mama. 2mon
  •   sharon_m_johnson That is a "I'm doing something right" moment. Congrats to you for raising such a big hearted young man! 2mon
  •   elainepalladino Perfect. 2mon
  •   nicklopez1 Sounds like he taught the other kid two lessons 2mon

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aileenreilly What this represents. A Friday after school where everyone comes home wanting to have a friend over and an overflowing dinner table where chairs need to be brought over to fit everyone in. Nothing makes me happier as a parent than a full house of my kids and their friends all hanging out. 2mon

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aileenreilly A brief snippet of my oldest @megan.reillyy singing Black Sabbath yesterday with @schoolofrockdc. Awesome show. Full video posted on FB. 2mon

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