Once, just for fun, I let my six year old daughter try on a BEAUTIFUL flower girl dress at Burlington. It was long and white and flowery, and she spun like a dream in it. The fun ended when it was time to take it off. “No!” she objected. My usually compliant daughter went into…
This is the hardest section of the blog for me to write. I don’t want to think about the difficult times. I don’t want to dig deep and be vulnerable. I don’t want to remember, I want to forget. But I know I need to talk about the struggle, and the growth and the healing…
Every mom is forced to do it sooner or later. The kids are tucked soundly into their car seats, but because of the need for tooth paste, or diced tomatoes, or milk she absolutely must do the dreaded deed—unbuckle those little minions and take them into the grocery store with her! Here’s a few tips…