Today, my body feels older than my thirty-some years, I scroll Instagram and see young mothers who seem to have all the energy.
The line in the post office was long. I had two kids in tow and we were quickly approaching naptime, but I had a package I needed to get out so I hoped for the best and stayed the course. The line slowly shuffled forward. My son said words like “boring” and “forever” and asked… Continue reading Postal in the Post Office – Mom Life
We rush into swim lessons. Baby girl in on my hip. She is perfectly capable of walking but for the sake of expediency I whisk her into my arms. My little boy holds her foot, tugging me in a downward backward motion. I just want to get out of the hot sun. “Stop pulling me… Continue reading Our Numbered Days – Parenting
My children are absolutely more important than my home or even on those rough days my physical appearance. Jo’s got that right. There is something so freeing about being able to sit on the floor and just enjoy your children.
Just the other day I sat with a group of moms talking about our “organizational tricks and tips” I, of course, returned to my favorite The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up penned by the Japanese sweetheart of tidiness Marie Kondo.
The source of true wellness is so incredibly deep. Deep like the roots of a 100-year-old tree, deep like a well it’s self.
She stopped, turned and said “yeah.” Not “yeah” in a sure, but I’ll blow you off sort of way, but “yeah” in let’s swap numbers and grab a coffee.