I’m the meek kind. I don’t do so well at advocating for my children, or myself. But my heart is aching and I am tired of feeling ashamed.
This photo is from January 2020, around my eldest son’s 8th birthday. It was snapped in the second or two that he paused on his race through the kitchen, midway through a Nerf Battle break.
His is a face of wisdom and ages-old depth. His is a face of compassion and kindness reaching far beyond his short years.
His is a face of medicated ADHD.
Continue reading “Love and Medication”
There is a slight chill in the air, the first whisper that King Winter is on his way.
Continue reading “Quiet Comfort”
The Forager pushed aside saplings with her axe, taking slow steps, walking lightly to avoid the crackle of dried wood underfoot. Bird’s shrieked a cacophony in the branches above her, masking all but the loudest of noises in the forest.
Still, it paid to be cautious; the troll clan would not welcome her presence here.
Continue reading “The Forager”
Whenever we take a walk in the woods, Robin brings home a pocketful of treasure.
Continue reading “Leaves and Adventure Elves”
Oh, that she might stay this way forever!
Continue reading “My Sweet Faye”
Toadstools for Robin and woodland greens for the dining room.
Are you sensing a theme?
Continue reading “Building Elvenrealm”
I think that an enchanted garden has a few necessities:
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The hallway light
Do you dream big?
I dream big now. There’s not much time and there seems little point in dreaming safe, dreaming small.
Continue reading “Dreaming Big”
“Let’s be together, Mama”.
“Hold on, Bobbin”.
“I just wanted to tell you that I wish you would read me a story”.
“Bobby, I just read you a story”.
“Yeah, I know. But I wish you would read me another one”.
Continue reading “Blueberry Pie and Story”