Parenting is all encompassing. It seeps into who you are. It becomes one of the identities you wear about the world. But it’s not just a hat you wear, a part of of your story. It’s like the red shoes you can’t take off. It weaves into your fibers. It courses through your circulatory system. It is who you are, what you do, where you live. My stories of motherhood are a kingdom of fairy tales being lived everyday. It’s me… my mom-dom.
Doing Less. Being More.
This week my seven-year-old Max taught me something. He did so gently and without sounding patronizing (a tone I too often hear in my own voice). I was looking at our bird feeder which we have used in part of the Cornell Feederwatch program. We did the program last...
Eloisa Faye
I watched my daughter at her one-year birthday absolutely refuse her candle, her cake, even – yes – her frosting. I knew then that she would live life by her own rules. Even if that meant giving the middle finger to frosting.
Homeschool // Spirit Tending
I had a bunch of plans today, but I kept noticing that Max’s spirit was in a glass half-empty kind of a mood. He was easily upset to the point of tears and face grimaces. For his 4-year-old sister – who’s spirit is full-on hell-raiser – such outbursts are part of the daily rhythm. But Max’s has more of an I’m-ready-to-play spirit. I was curious.
Practicing the Kamana Guide
One thing that has kept me from writing blog posts, looking at my Instagram feed, prepping family meals, keeping up with friends – basically you name it – has been my venture into the homeschool experience. I vacillate.