FAMILY

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cultivating kindness in children

A simple act or word of kindness can be a light for the soul, so can be a listening ear. From personal experience, the two are not entirely separate. During those playful and harrowing toddler and preschool years, it didn’t take long for…

the hidden gift of boredom

I'm not quite sure how or at what point the word bored enters a child's vernacular, but it has here. In the last six months I've heard the word more than ever, and I find myself sorting through reasonings, attempting to connect dots, as to…

for the weekend | ideas to celebrate Mother's Day

Mother's Day is this weekend in the US, and although it seems there is now a day to celebrate all sorts of things, of course this one and Father's Day feel most precious. As both a daughter and a mother, I love that we have a day set apart…
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on perfectionism, vulnerability, and motherhood

On the first day of this year, I woke up long before the sunrise, seized with anxiety. The same thoughts were spinning circles through me again, doubting my abilities as a mother and educator, doubting my work here, doubting whether I'm good…
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for the weekend | favorite books on parenting

Weekends are always the best time for personal reading. On Saturdays, I tend to stay in my PJs longer and often meander back into my bed with coffee and a book, a small gratitude with having older children. A couple of people have recently…
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On Introversion and Motherhood

Solitude matters, and for some people, it's the air they breathe. ―Susan Cain, Quiet It feels redundant to mention the messy and loud work of motherhood, let alone with the homeschool. Whether by the practical work of our…
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Valentine's date night in

I love date nights at home. Honestly, I'd choose a quiet night at home with Mark over going out almost anytime. We started these dates when our children were babies and went to bed early. It felt expensive and tiresome to regularly set…

a typical Sunday morning

I took these images a few weeks ago on a typical Sunday morning at home: the kids piled in my bed playing; my planner and hot coffee in hand; the smell of fresh fruit pancakes wafting through the air. Although this room belongs primarily…