Finishing up a workshop the other day, two seven year olds remained in the studio.
One had wanted to add a kitty to her Family Tree because they had gotten a kitty since she completed her Tree with me last summer
The one with no cats looked at other’s tree and said Where is your dad? Why isn’t he in the Family Tree?
Without missing a beat, she responded, I don’t have a dad.
I am mama bear. My instinct is to nurture, welcome, offer soup, cookies and tea to those who come into my home and family.
I am also papa bear. I am lion. I am protective. I am territorial. I am provider.
The first flowers from our children are dandelions clutched so hard in their pudgy paws that the stems ooze yellow.
Mommy we picked you some beautiful flowers