Kindness
I think sometimes I am too rough on my boy. He is two and a half years old and pretty amazing – if I say… Read More »Kindness
I think sometimes I am too rough on my boy. He is two and a half years old and pretty amazing – if I say… Read More »Kindness
As I step foot outside my house I notice the sun is rising, and the birds are singing. Life awakens! Is it getting lighter earlier…?… Read More »Day 21
As I hear myself yelling for the third time “shoes on before going outside” I think – he’s already outside, and he is not wearing his… Read More »Perfect Imperfection
As I lie down next to my 28-month-old, waiting for him to fall asleep. — It is the end of another day of constant calling “MOM”, “MOM”, “MOM”, finally quiet, finally still,… Read More »Magic woman