A long time ago, in a galaxy far away ... dinner chaos was beginning to roar with mischievous actions and defiant behavior. Among the offenses: refusing the warm nutritious food with disrespect, whining for a PB&J, not listening to the parental controls and leaving the assigned command station. Nice Mom had enough and called for back-up. Mean Mom was clocking in to begin her evening shift.
This is about the feelings I indulge in every year. I start with simple intentions and then get swept up in the craze of it all. And then when it is all over I feel a big sense of guilt of too much of all of it. I have this desire to create cozy and happy and warm yet I walk away with overwhelm and overstuffed and over it.
From our Turkeys to yours, we hope you wobble and gobble with your favorite people this season. Try to hold on to the little moments among the crazy ones, those are the ones that matter. Happy Thanksgiving!!
Memories of lots of baby attention and loss of lots of sleep. To all the other Frankenmom's out there sleep is coming, I promise.
Carline is a new word in our house this year with the start of Kindergarten. And sometimes the view is not bad. Country life can sometimes feel sheltered and disconnected and then you are rewarded with a view like this and it all feels good again.
Sometimes it is a challenge to show your feathers, but they are always beautiful and will make heads turn. Spread your feathers and walk proudly because no one has feathers just like you. Those feathers are a gift meant to be shared, it will make this world a beautiful place.
Happy Fourth of July. We are so blessed to be members of this Great Nation where men and women have fought to keep us safe, sheltered from war and free to be opinionated. My father sacrificed a great deal of time during magical family-raising years to serve this nation and we in turn sacrificed too. I could not be more proud to call this country home and I thank all of those families who have sacrificed for you, me - us.
Standing on the platform and looking at the overwhelming task ahead takes away the breath. Gain focus on the "yes I can" and watch the transformation happen as a breath is drawn in deeply and know it will be accomplished. The transformation will be magical and beautiful.
Just a few days ago we were showered with homemade cards and kisses letting us know we are loved for the tasks that must be done but are not often thanked. What if, as Mothers, we declare our intention as happy each morning and find moments of joy among the piles of dishes, the cooked dinners, loads of laundry, organization of toys, and piles of paperwork. Let every day become our Happy Mother's Day.