One of the silver linings of the cloud of Covid has been that we have learned to cherish our interactions with other, however brief. A smile from a stranger on a walk. A driveway conversation with a masked friend. An outside, socially distanced visit with extended family. Even the awkward, tedious online meetings. We have…
After homeschooling for a year and a half our family has returned to in-person learning, and hopefully to a time when I can regularly post to my blog.
Seeing other people feeling joy, forgiveness, and growing into more freedom brings me happiness. Witnessing people cooperate and help each other with compassion, kindness, and grace; and being on that team brings me joy.
So here is my post, four days late and almost completely unedited…. I hope you like it.
To say that the contributions of a homemaker are a luxury represents a complete misunderstanding of what a homemaker is.
…. as much as your husband or partner loves you, it’s really not possible for them to understand this part… and you need at least one person who ‘gets you’ to keep you sane. That, and probably coffee.
As I held onto the top of the door and the roof and swung my huge body into the rental car, I felt something inside me shift, and the waters that my midwives had broken hours before finally released onto the back seat.
Someone will wake me when I am needed, and until then, I can sleep. Anyway, if I was already up I would miss my morning snuggles with my kids.
What do Baseball Champions and the Chihuly exhibit at the ROM have in common? Teamwork and practice.