Last week, my oldest daughter was scheduled to attend a student orientation day at her new middle school. How the words "oldest daughter" and "middle school" are sandwiched in the same sentence is beyond me, but that's a different blog post! As I tucked her in the night before the event, Maddox turned to me with wide eyes. "Mom, I'm scared," she whispered. And there it was. A moment of vulnerability and a three-word statement requiring my response. I don't know about the rest of you mamas, . . .
Wrangling a family of six is not what I would call a walk in the park. In fact, if we were in said park, Graham and I would be chasing children in four separate directions. These are wild years, friends. If corralling our kids is difficult on any given day, aligning our schedules is even more challenging. Thankfully, we have spent the last 18 months unraveling busy, but I’ve noticed our commitments have started piling up again, and in an effort to share what I’ve learned with you, I am writing . . .
Anyone else watching their schedules fill up this spring? There are so many events and festivals coming up, I'm having a hard time choosing what to pick! This week's Memo has us turning inward (a new book club, anyone?), looking out (Charlottesville's annual Tom Tom Fest), and dashing to Target on April 14 for their release of the Hunter for Target collection. Somehow, I think I'll find space in my schedule for that! Thanks for a well-informed Company Memo, Lorae. Have a fabulous weekend, . . .
Over Easter weekend, I went back to my old Kentucky roots and spent a little time in my hometown of Cynthiana. In Kentucky, you are known by your county, not your county seat. Just after we'd crossed the state line, we fueled up. When the gas station attendant asked "where y'headin?" we told him Cynthiana and his face became a question mark. I remembered and corrected. "Harrison County," I said. "Oh, yeah!" he replied. The Kentucky you may know is all bluegrass, and horse farms, and the best . . .
Tomorrow morning, my family will head out for what will likely be an 8-hour road trip to visit my family in Kentucky. I haven't lived in the Bluegrass State for nearly 20 years, but I've got some deep roots there, and crossing three states along I-64 always feels like coming home. What doesn't feel as amazing is packing for the expected and unexpected on a trip. As I reflect on the many adventures over the years, I believe I can tell you—from experience—what I've learned traveling with my . . .