…on how if you can’t even, cant

I can’t even…. I hear these words often from fellow mothers when looking at pictures of their children that pop up on Facebook’s time hop.  Like, “I can’t even deal with how cute she was” or “I can’t even believe how much he has grown”.  So when unpacking a box of Christmas things from years…

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…on shelving the elfing expectations

And then she did the most miraculous, unexpected thing… she asked if, instead of relegating Daisy to a shelf as christmas decor, she took over and did it for me.  She wanted to give back the joy of waking every morning to a new experience. A new joy.  A new play on an old ploy for goodness as a guide for behavior.  

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