Kissing boo boos, changing poo poos. Dance parties, digging dirt. Making art and make believing. Unhurried, handmade, heart. Messy hands and tangled hair. Belly laughs and juicy pears. Singing, songing, all belonging. Simply, slowly. Gently growing. Inside, outside. All our own. Welcome, welcome to our house. Welcome , welcome to our home.
A few months ago I sat down on a Saturday afternoon with a rare couple of hours to myself - no baby, no client, no housework. For the first time in about five years, I pulled out my watercolors and dusted off my brushes. I didn't know what I was going to paint at first, [...]
Ten years ago, I made a decision that would change the rest of my life: I decided to live. That choice didn’t come easy. I had to descend to the deepest, darkest place I’ve ever been in order to see light.
First-time parenthood is a rush -- a flood of emotions, mistakes, tears and laughter. Too often, we focus on the needs of mama and baby and forget that new dads need love and support too. For many, they are the glue bonding new families together, carrying out silent acts of tenderness between the seams. I [...]
Recently, my husband and I were visiting with a few friends who had come to meet our daughter, then two months old. After sharing a few requisite stories about getting intimate with our daughter's poop, the conversation inevitably turned to a more sobering discussion on parenthood. One of them half-jokingly refer to having children as [...]