One day, I came home with my kids, and for the first time ever, did nothing. They were shocked, but no one died. Doing less has changed my life.
Mainly (and this is the key to parenting), I am learning to laugh at MYSELF. You see, I used to take myself SO seriously.
Dear last child of mine, You are the last baby I will hold, the last baby whose soft body I will smell, the last one I will feed and comfort at night.
We’re constantly told what we’re doing wrong in raising our children, and I for one am really sick of it. I’m doing my absolute best.
I recently heard a story about a photographer refusing to document a C-section birth, because…