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.
We have talkers, communicators, poets and story tellers. Yes, these are our children. Little one’s who beg for one more book, one more story from our mouths. Like a cup with holes in the bottom, draining out and leaving space for more, more, more.
Every few months I fall back into this self-loathing self-doubting trap. I wallow in it, this miserable feeling of ineptitude. I come up with every excuse in the book and inevitably begin dusting off my resume. I scan online job posts and of course feel even worse. What’s a girl with a Journalism degree and two… Continue reading Be Brave and Do the Work
To Know Jesus and to Make Him Known
living better, spending less
Simming In Pictures
a resource for parents looking for answers about vaccines (and other assorted medical stuff)
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
From a girl who lost her mind
Because life is a journey and we all need a friend.
life, love, & all the craziness in between...
Legend has it that if you create 1,000 paper cranes, you will have one wish come true.
