The holidays can be very hard - especially when loved ones are gone. But we started a tradition this year that made my heart full.
More and more I’m coming to believe that our negativity hurts Mother Earth. Like a person with an infection that creates a fever to burn off the bacteria, our Earth is burning in the wake of yet another shooting.
My little one requested to go with Daddy to class today - alone - just the two of them. Usually, we do things as a family (or minus Daddy), so that was a first. I felt fine when they left, kind of excited even! I could finish folding the laundry alone or even clean the floor. But I needed a snack, so I started there.
When my baby was a few months old, I received a baby calendar. It was like a yearly wall calendar, but the picture area had spaces for baby’s pictures and the date boxes were meant to be filled in with baby’s firsts and special moments. Then, at the end of the baby’s first year, you just cut the pages at the top and stick them into a scrapbook, and there you go! I had been texting those special moments and pictures to my mom and husband, so I figured I could just fill in the earlier time period and keep up with the present.