Sunday. I’m ?% overwhelmed most of the time. Waking up to a toddler loudly whinging because it’s not dark anymore and her hot cocoa is too hot and she wants to get dressed but not that one while simultaneously needing to pee and pour my first cuppa and take the dog out. Overwhelm. Trying to Finish reading this post…
Tag: mothering
A Day in the Life of a Mom with Depression
6:00 Eyes pop open and brain sizzles. Realize that the two-year-old is still asleep and you don’t have a headache, for the first time in two or three weeks. Try to go back to sleep but your brain is on now and you can’t. Try to get out of bed. Lay there. Your neck and Finish reading this post…
How to Tell Whether Children Live Here
Pull up to my house and you’ll immediately know children live here. The bikes, scooters, and roller skates littering the driveway might be your first clue. It also could be the 25 foot high tree house, complete with homemade rock climbing wall and fireman’s pole. Possibly it’s the hole in the yard under the tire Finish reading this post…
Gentle Parenting in a Big Family
I first became committed to Gentle Parenting–parenting without threats, spanks, yelling, anger–three years ago. We always have been Attachment Parents–breastfeeding, baby wearing, cosleeping are a few of the tenets–, but I didn’t understand Gentle Parenting or Peaceful Parenting, or how it could possibly “work”. I even joined a Gentle Parenting board and tried to learn Finish reading this post…
Farm Fresh Family Update
Brielle and Finnella looking for books on CD I haven’t blogged for six months! I have lots of good reasons/excuses, depending on how you look at it. But I miss it and I enjoy it and I am doing it for me, so I’m back! It’s hard to let go of expectations–like how blogging has Finish reading this post…
Things I’m Afraid I’ll Never Again Have
I’ve been a mama now for 10 1/2 years…expecting our sixth little Farm Fresh Blessing. I should be used it by now…and yet sometimes I’m afraid. I’m afraid I’ll never have a house clean for longer than twenty minutes. I’m afraid things will always move around seemingly of their own accord. I’ll forever be finding Finish reading this post…
Gentle Win
When my kids go to bed, I am done. I clock out. I don’t do dishes, I don’t clean, I don’t pick up. I am done. I consciously set this rule when Aviana was young, and started having a regular bedtime. It was delicious to have her in bed at seven and have three or Finish reading this post…
Gentle Miss (part 3) (In which I tell you how I ranted)
Once we got to church, Denton wouldn’t come into the church. Denton stood out by a tree, in the rain, for a very long time. Cadrian wouldn’t go into his classroom. Cadrian stood in the hallway for a very long time. Denton sat down on the stairs and held onto the banisters. Denton ate my Finish reading this post…
Gentle Miss (part 2) (in which I am honest about my failings)
Sunday morning. It can be a little hectic. Kevin has to do chores, so I am getting the kids ready to go by myself and out the door by 8:30. I do this on non-church days with usually little to no stress, but I’m realizing that Sundays are harder. For one, I have this old Finish reading this post…
Gentle Miss (Part 1) (In which I am honest about screwing up)
Gentle parenting is a skill I’m still learning. A mentality I’m still growing into. I used to equate “discipline” with spanking, along with other kinds of punishment and rewards. I also used to be a lot angrier of a parent. I’ve been on a gentle journey for almost a year. I missed an opportunity the Finish reading this post…