One morning as our children were happily playing, a dear friend and I eagerly talked (over our favorite coffee) about the culture of our homeschools. In the midst of our discussion on memory work, literature selections, and math manipulatives, we engaged in the concept of a restful schooling. As former classroom teachers, this was
Hey Mama, How come you keep muttering under your breath again? What’s “Epic Mama Fail” you have been whispering? Perish the thought. Get rid of it. Yeah, we all blow it. There are days we act really dumb, and times we wish we could rewind the clock backwards (20 years?). Kicking ourselves when we’re already
Hey Mama, When it’s all falling apart around you, stop and be still. Just stop for a moment and re-group, reset the button. You’re allowed to do that. No one is standing over you with a whip (except yourself). Knock that off, OK? What will your advice be to your daughter or daughter-in-law ten years
Hey Mama, Your kitchen may downright look like a hurricane hit it (mine does), but your kids wander in and out of it with laughter, chattering away, displaying confidence and a sense of freedom. You know why? You’ve instilled in them that they are so loved, so wanted, so WELCOME anywhere you are. There’s no