It's been a year. Whether we should throw up some high fives because we survived or just throw up I'm not sure. I’ve read several reflections on the passing of our one year pandemic anniversary, but I'm not sure I'm ready for any kind of real reflection. I’ve learned that with any significant event, writing… Continue reading Week 52: One Year Later
It's helped me to see that the role of mother isn't weighted differently depending on circumstances. Having 4 kids doesn't make you more of a mother than having 1. Working at home doesn't make you more of a mother than working in an office. Presence doesn't always equal the amount of hours you are present.
The Legos are going to kill me. Or someone in our family. Or all of us. My kids are 4 and almost 3. They should be playing with Duplo blocks - large, easy to manage, easy to spot. But they're not interested. They want the Legos. The itsy bitsy colorful death squares. Have you seen… Continue reading Death by Legos
When I went to pick my youngest up from school, the teacher's report included a story about their reading circle. She was reading a book about animals to the class and asked the kids what kind of animal they wanted to be. All of the kids started shouting out animals. All of the kids except for… Continue reading Lessons on Preschool, the Internet and Writing