If we let her, she would wear her leotard, tights, & ballet shoes all day, every day.
She is convinced of two things–that she can fly, & that she is an amazing ballerina.
(Her first ballet lesson was just this last week.)
She has the kind of confidence & reassurance that beams out her eyes, that shoots out her fingertips & toes. (Her sister Amalia, displays a similar, if not more subdued confidence, as evidenced in this post.)
I’ve thought on many occasions, but particularly more of late, what I want my daughters to know.
I want them to know God.
I want them to know the capacity of human generosity.
I want them to know that despite the breadth & scope of sadness & tragedy, there is far greater happiness & goodness in the world.
I want them to know faith.
She wouldn’t tolerate picky behavior for a second. We ate what we were served, or we were out of luck.
If you are a parent of a child older than 9 months, chances are you know what I’m talking about when I say: there is nearly nothing more hair-pullingly frustrating than spending an hour making food, only to have that child(ren) throw a fit/refuse to eat/whine about said food.
One of the funny things I’ve experienced over the years as a plant-based mama, is people assume that my kids aren’t picky. (Don’t I wish.) Though my kids have grown up eating less processed food than the average American kid & they obviously eat more plants than most, they aren’t perfect eaters, & they aren’t without their picky moments.
Each child has a list of foods they love & foods...
My $20 wedding dress! (I bought it at Desert Industries.)
Marriage is hard, they say. Marriage is lots of work, they say. Your marriage is doomed to fail if you marry young, if you have kids too soon, if you aren’t established in your career, they say.
Tomorrow marks 11 years of marriage.
11 amazing, awesome, wonderful, mindblowingly packed years.
According to the experts, we did all the wrong things–we dated for a week & half, we were engaged for 5 weeks, we got married in our early twenties. We weren’t done with school, we had no established careers. We were broke.
But we loved each other.
As in, we wanted to be with each other every day, from that point on, for the rest of our lives, & well, forever.
So we got married.
How could we know such a thing while...