Motherhood and The School of Virtue.

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In my few months over the holidays when I really slowed down, I had a good deal of time to really reflect about what kind of a mother I hope to be for my children, and how each of my children have impacted me. The outcome of all that reflecting? Realizing that motherhood is putting me back in school. The School of Virtue. Est. April 27th, 2009, the day I became a mother. There are days I flunk out. F+, maybe D-, but the school is always open for learning whether I am failing or not…. [Read more…]

Diary of a SAHWM

In Honor of Design | Chelsey Heidorn Photography
Photo by Chelsey Heidorn from our Family photo shoot.

Every day that I have been a mother, I have been a stay at home working mother. (SAHWM)
What I would call a mother who is sincerely trying to balance it all, who desperately wishes she had more hours in the day, more organization, more patience, and more coffee. I have had a range of titles, trying to figure out what works best with my family. From a graphic designer, accessory shop owner, blogger, and now creative business consultant, every week of motherhood has been a fight to balance the two worlds for fear one may squash the other. A work hard at night so that I don’t miss to much of their sweet little lives during the day mentality.

“Normal Day, let me be aware
of the treasure you are.
Let me learn from you, love you,
bless you before you depart.
Let me not pass you by in quest
of some rare and perfect tomorrow.”
-M.J. Iron

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Little Ink Stained Feet.

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Bless.
Bless these sweet little feet.
The feet that spilled the bottle of black ink.
The feet that smeared it all over the floor,
That made sure no item in sight was ignored.

What was going through his head? No one knows.
Puddle jumping and merry making I suppose?

Bless.
Bless these moments that demand more.
That push your patience to the limit, and squeeze you to the core.
The moments you wonder how on earth can you survive?
Is the world out to get you? Should I surrender and hide?
Bless these questions that bring you around back to the start.
Your life’s greatest work. Your treasure, your heart.

He stands before you, so innocently waiting,
Inquisitively wondering what mama’s face is conveying.

Bless.
Yes bless these little humans from their head to their toes.
Who teach us love reaches beyond the end of our nose.
Who gave us the gift of a love deep and wild.
A love beyond measure, and this moment is reconciled.
Bless these babes who call me mother,
A word of more value to me than any other.

Bless the ink stain on my shirt that asks I remember,
These little feet are not little forever.

Written late last night after bathtub scrubbing, floor scrubbing, and a few tears:) Maximilian Francis I love you wildly.