As we waited for Santa, I noticed that my tween wasn’t the only “big kid.” In fact, there were rather a lot of them waiting for a Christmas selfie.
Perfectionism is when what we expect, in our narrowed mind’s eye, comes crashing up against reality, and then there’s a mess.
Eighteen gets to be a gut-wrenchingly small number when you realize that’s the number of times you have to make significant memories with your kids.
It’s that time of year again! It’s absolute chaos AND joy at my house. Those…