That's him, that's my son, the one swinging from the loft on a swing made of home-made rope. I read a Facebook post the other day, one in which a mother was concerned about her stepson's rambunctious playing style. He's 5, and she has younger girls. I understand, I do. I am the mother of … Continue reading I’m just a girl, parenting a boy.
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Pockets Acorns Rocks and Leaves
Does anyone else have pockets (or purses) filled with acorns, rocks and leaves? Mine are. The leaves don't usually make it. It's often a day or two before I discover them and move them to their new home, the nature table. As I emptied my pockets today, I had a moment. Being true to what … Continue reading Pockets Acorns Rocks and Leaves
Ode to my Tree…..also known as I’ve got the blues because the lightening missed my tree
Oh tree oh tree oh scraggly elm tree. Oh why oh why do you do this to me? You don't even live inside my yard Yet you make me work oh so hard Oh tree oh tree oh tree oh tree All day I am forced to sweep your debris You hitch a ride on … Continue reading Ode to my Tree…..also known as I’ve got the blues because the lightening missed my tree
Jen Kehl 