I sit here writing this from my favorite cafe. Local kombucha in hand and a chocolate ginger muffin (it’s cake, who are they kidding with calling it a muffin). My husband lovingly kicked me out of the house and said he didn’t want to see me until dinnertime. I desperately needed a break from all things parenting and he was ready to take over for much of the day so I could be refreshed.
I’ve only been a mom for about five minutes, so my experience is vastly limited on this topic. However, God’s grace and wisdom has been poured out on our family abundantly since our son showed up last year on that hot July evening. I trust He will use my words in spite of my experience.