I read this blog post written by a charming fellow in California. I enjoyed reading his account of Mother’s Day but particularly love the closing sentences about his mother’s touch. Maybe it’s because I love my boy, maybe it’s because I love my mama, but I am energized by Ryan’s poignant words and the thought of a soon-yet-far-off day when my grown son will remember all the times my hands have cared for him.
I found this video through Mothering Magazine today and want to sit and watch all of it once the kiddos are asleep. I think often, perhaps too much, about the lessons my son is absorbing about consumption. This video fuels my fire and should spark good thoughts and conversation in your home, too.