We’ve all had that class—the one we were required to take to fill some requirement, but had absolutely no interest in taking. For me, it
Ice cream for breakfast; impromptu gifts; cookies for lunch; no responsibilities ever; cake for dinner…oops…hold on…that’s my wish list, and I’m supposed to be writing about kids.
When I had my daughter, everyone told me how quickly the time would pass—that I should “cherish every moment,” whatever that meant. Indeed, she’s now
Today, my biggest “success” may have been when I spilled our 350-degree-straight-from-the-oven dinner all over the floor, but managed to avoid covering my nearby child
Back on the farm when Ma was delivering babies while milking the cow and shucking the corn (we’ve always been multi-taskers), she certainly wasn’t reading