It’s been so long I almost forgot how to start a post. Write? Sure.
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I am not [just] a stay-at-home parent. Frankly I do not stay at home much. I’m actually, quite constantly, out of the home the majority of the time.
Grocery Store (again)
Coffee Shop (Yes, I do need to live.)
3rd Grocery Store
And maybe, if I am lucky, walks with friends or personal shopping endeavors are sprinkled in.
Truthfully, I am out of the home more than I am in it. But all that I do is for the home.
But what I do isn’t just for the kids.
What I do out/in the home is for me, for my husband, and occasionally, for our greater community.
I love a good word reframing and maybe it’s taken me this long to understand why “stay-at-home-parent” has never really worked for me.
I am more than all of the words, individually and collectively.
I do more.
I always have.
(Yes, you too.)
Branching every which way.
The tree of life
rooted, all around.
Color over color over color.
Color over color over color
Where does one poem end and the next begin?
Can you tell?
When she goes
until she faces a new day
I am poem with song
I have always been the greatest influencer.