Nourishing Little Souls -

I hear it often. You probably do, too. “I couldn’t do what you do; I don’t have the patience.”
For me, I’ve heard it at every tick deeper into this all-in, every-hour mom journey I’m on.
You had a natural birth?

We didn’t really know what we were getting into when we put our five-year-old on a swim team.
But we were too deep into it when we started hearing things like, “Warm up starts at 6:30am!” and “Every parent needs to volunteer!”
This, of course, would all have been manageable stuff if our oldest son was our only child or perhaps our youngest. But he’s not; he’s got a toddler and a baby brother coming up behind him. And taking this crew to practice every day for eight weeks plus...

I’m not really sure when it happened…
But somewhere down the line, I stopped being a *new* mom.
My beginning ended.

It’s so crystal clear to me when I see other adults do it to my kids.
My husband opens the front door and the first thing he sees is an array of LEGOS scattered across the floor (same LEGOs that allowed ME to cook dinner, but that’s hard to realize after a tiring workday, I get it.) He greets us, but then he promptly tells...