Over the weekend—yes, Mother's Day weekend—I went away by myself for a night. Sounds kind of counterintuitive, I know. Didn't I want to wake up on Mother's Day morning with breakfast in bed, jelly toast cut out in hearts, and little notes from my children? Weeeeeellllll. . . I've had the good fortune of being a mom for about a dozen years now. And it is sweet. It really is. And the greatest gift of my life. Much as it is to all you mothers who are reading this. Graham and I look at each other . . .
If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times. For parents of school-aged students, May is quite possibly the busiest month of the year. All the showcases and class parties and culminating soccer tournaments. My word. Lest you fill your calendar with any more unnecessary events, I've limited my 10 Things to just 5 for May and recommend them all from the joy I've experienced in year's past: 1. Pick Your Own Strawberries at Chiles. It's strawberry season in Virginia and if you've ever . . .
Several weeks ago, I took a walk around my neighborhood trail. A little routine I do on the regular, but this time was different. I was by myself (no kids in step beside me or strapped on my back). Also, I didn't take headphones. No podcasting. I came into that space depleted, head foggy, and frustrated. What am I doing with my time that I can't seem to get ahead, I asked. Why do I end the day feeling distracted, frazzled and overwhelmed even when my to-do list is checked off and dinner is on . . .
Of the many ires of social media, one thing I love is how it connects and reconnects us. Last month, I caught up with Allison May Horseman, a fellow 2002 graduate of Georgetown College over an Instagram message. I had just featured our mutual friend, Hallie Piatt, on the blog and we connected over her story. How surprised I was to discover what Allison has been doing with her creativity and leadership skills since seeing her so many years ago! A true entrepreneur, she is turning a family farm . . .
I remember the exact day—the exact moment—when I realized I didn't have to keep pushing. It was August 19, 2016, the day after my birthday, and my family was on vacation in Maine. While I sat on an adirondack chair reading Shauna Niequist's Present Over Perfect, my kids were roaming around the grounds of Inn by the Sea with the resident gardener, learning about flowers and the role of bees and butterflies. Most parents were walking the property with their children, but I chose to let mine go . . .