When I look back at my 26 years of parenting I have a few regrets. Not regrets that keep me up at night, but things I would do differently if I could do it all over again. I wrote a post about it here and I have more to say so here we go.
6/24/20
6/17/20
Blueberry or Raspberry Lemon Muffins
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6/15/20
Joy
I recently did this and came up with a list of about twelve things, everything from very difficult things that will take time and help from others to work through, and little things that will take discipline, and other things that just take me carving out time.
6/2/20
Empathy And Motherhood
I am guilty. I am guilty of never imagining what it would be like to send my sons on an errand, and to be nervous about the hate they could encounter walking out the door, down a street and into a store. I’m guilty of never thinking what it would be like to constantly remind my teenage sons what to do if they get pulled over when driving-I expect fairness and safe encounters with those in power. I am guilty of never imagining what it feels like to be a mother whose child comes home crying because of cruel comments made about the color of their skin, or being treated differently in a classroom because of something as trivial as that.
5/26/20
Pink Strawberry Cake
5/18/20
Little Gifts
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When I hear Janey wake up after a long nap, I "spy" on her. I can peek through the door and see her sitting in her crib looking around. Sometimes she will play with one of the three little bunnies she has in her crib, but mostly she just wakes up slowly, and looks at things around the room.
It is just about the cutest thing ever.
5/6/20
Scars and Salve
I have neglected this blog in favor of Instagram and I do not want to do that. The computer is often being used for school work right now and the house is busy and loud and not conducive to writing.
I am enjoying having the kids home so much. I know some of them would much rather be in school (college in spring, HELLO!!!) but we seem to be figuring out how to all live together as we go, with fits and starts and little breakdowns and fun too. Adjusting to a new normal I guess and the process of adjusting isn't always smooth but there is camaraderie-that which is love-in that also if that makes sense.
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