Anne had her final ballet recital on Saturday.
She did beautifully, she always does. She wants to take hip-hop next year.
I have no idea if we will homeschool again. I can’t keep doing everything, I’m tired, and something has to give, I just don’t know what because every commitment in my life matters to me. I have a lot of Very Big Thoughts swirling on that topic, but I’ll leave it alone for now.
(My friend, Wendy, took the picture above of Anne’s video bit during the recital.)
Also, I’ve been a few other places lately.
Rachel Held Evans posted my Mother Letter at her site on Saturday.
Give yourself the freedom, the grace, the wisdom, the love and gentleness that you crave from others, and then turn around and pour it out, lavishly, on the mothers around you, as a sacrifice of grace.
ChurchLeaders.com picked up another post of mine, called “Praying with Old People.
Then he said wistfully, “I think that the young people kind of need us and we need the young people, don’t you? Because this was nice.”
You see, my advocacy for breastfeeding is coming from a humble, supportive heart instead of a know-it-all with no challenges. I now understand just a small bit – a very small bit – of how it feels when it hurts and it’s the middle of the night and you’re just so tired and you feel so inadequate for everything. I respect you and your story, sister. This is mine. And we are both mums that do our best and sometimes that has to be enough.
Now, it’s raining. Again.
I feel out of sorts today.