Every day is complicated, messy, and full of friction. And every day has glorious or cozy moments worth celebrating. I seldom bother to chronicle the friction and the mess because writing time is fleeting and precious—and childhood even more so. I’d rather capture the small joys that I might forget—or take for granted—if I don’t take time to set them down in words.
(Excerpt from
this post about Real Life, quoted here because I don't want anyone to be under the impression that things are always perfect around here! Heaven knows we are anything but. Perfect, frictionless, orderly? Nope. Happy? Most of the time!)
- regan: my 14yo used to lock himself in the bathroom and paint indian “war paint” all over his face using...
- Activities Coordinator: My sister had that hair. My husband had that hair. Why, oh why didn’t my children get...
- Kathryn: Oh my! Rilla is a miniature Beanie!
- angela: A couple years ago, I spotted someone signing at a Living Stones retreat (back when K and I were newbies in...
- Alice Gunther: Oh so very, very cute! And all those golden curls are a joy to behold!
Be like the bird
Who, pausing in flight
On limb too slight,
Feels it give way beneath her,
Yet sings,
Knowing she has wings.
—Victor Hugo
Six Things to Include in Your Child's Day:
meaningful work
imaginative play
good books
beauty (art, music, nature)
ideas to ponder and discuss
prayer
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That was indeed a lovely post. Thanks for sharing it. Tasha Tudor was a big influence in my family’s life as she and my Grandmother knew each other and shared the same sort of lifestyle. I feel honored that I got to experience such a life.
Posted on June 20th, 2008 at 7:39 amI read that yesterday and think the pictures are beautiful! Tasha Tudor’s perspective really makes me look forward to the (much) older years!!!
Posted on June 20th, 2008 at 7:56 amAw, thanks!
Posted on June 20th, 2008 at 11:55 am