We homeschool around here but, shhhhhhh, don’t tell anyone. ‘Cause then they might swing by expecting to see little desks lined up and a teacher with her stuff together. And I really hate disappointing people. Our homeschool reality sometimes looks a little more like that ‘Daddy Daycare’ movie I saw eons ago. With maybe … Read more
“Your skirt is so cute!” she said, pulling her cart in behind mine. “I’m stuck wearing maternity clothes still because my pre-pregnancy stuff doesn’t fit and I can’t afford a new wardrobe. It’s almost depressing.” She glanced down at her baby, who couldn’t have been more than a month old. I was holding my own … Read more
Her big eyes find me and I see the need behind them. She’s stuck in that tender, impossible place of having grown beyond my lap and yet finding herself wanting to take refuge there now more than ever. Because growing up is rough. And scary. She seeks me out and clings to my arm countless … Read more
His still keen eyes took in my crying baby. His worn hand reached out to soothe the frenzy of tears. And then his tender smile wound itself around my tired spirit as he spoke. “Goes fast. The tears he cries today, you’ll dry. The tears you cry tomorrow, he’ll cause. But those tears … Read more
I watched her from a distance and it took only a moment to realize there was just something different about her. Her smile radiated light, she exuded peace even though she was working with her two small children at her side, and I saw how she was content to do the little, unnoticeable things nobody … Read more