Posted by Savannah Wallace
Here we go! Quickly approaching the year mark. My life changed tremendously only 7 months ago. It’s felt like an eternity and an instant all at the same time. I’m even more in love that the first time I saw him, which felt pretty impossible at the time. Soren has made me love motherhood. :)
Posted by Amnah Ibrahim
Once upon a time, just a few months ago, a sweet little girl met her baby sister. It was to be expected that it would be love at first sight, as the little girl had been anticipating the arrival of said new baby sister for a long time. She had heard a baby was coming, though perhaps she didn’t fully understand what that meant. After all, in her world, she was still Mama’s baby.
Posted by Krishann Briscoe
When I returned to work full time earlier this year, I quickly realized how valuable my weekends were. Once again, I found myself longing for them. I knew that I didn’t want them to continue to be filled with errands and pit stops as we tried to squeeze in tons of activities and visit loved ones. I wanted to make the time that I did have with my family more meaningful. Even if it meant we ate at home and seldom left the house. Even if it meant I had to wear the same outfit twice the next week, because I never got around to the laundry.
When I left to resume solely working from home until I start part-time work outside of the home, I had a newfound appreciation for those two days that are often filled with tasks from our to-do lists. This was our time — Daddy was off from work, big sister out of school, and with that came a chance to be together beyond dinnertime.
These days, we are still running errands here and there, but we are also making it a point to slow down. I am making a point to slow down. To catch my breath, to feel and experience some of the things I may have missed as I rushed through the work week. For many of us, weekends are the only days when we have our entire family together for a long period of time.
Here are five ways we try to make the most of our weekends:
Posted by Krishann Briscoe
When I was little, many of my birthdays were celebrated with my brother and my parents. Even when they were no longer a couple, my mom and dad still made it a point to ensure that my earliest memories where filled with family and carrot cake. I hated the carrot cake (except for the carrot on top made of frosting) but I adored them.
Over the years, I discovered how much I enjoyed throwing parties. I loved coming up with creative ideas and attempting to be crafty. Frequent trips to the craft store and last-minute Target runs became my norm — as did pulling all-nighters the evening before, finishing up every last detail, which often included some last-minute idea that was just perfect for the celebration (or so I told myself). The day of, I hurriedly ran around, enlisting my mom for help, starting to put up decorations, delegating tasks to my husband, and usually running out of time to make everything just the way I had envisioned it. When guests arrived, I anxiously made rounds, often never eating until the end or even eating at all. I was doing everything I thought I was supposed to be doing — tending to my guests and stopping long enough to take a family photo by the cake.
Last year, after falling into this routine at Lola’s first birthday — fussing over the details — I realized that I was worried about the wrong details. Thankfully, despite not getting to enjoy a taco from the caterer, I did take time out to sit with my girl and celebrate her special day.
I had become so fixated on creating a picture perfect party that I was missing out on creating those perfectly imperfect memories. The things you experience when you stop fixing flower arrangements or adjusting the banners and sit down and watch and interact with your child. The ones you will miss out on if you’re in the kitchen icing cupcakes because you didn’t want to buy them from the grocery store. Or you’re busy talking to all 70 of your party guests.
Last year’s celebration was beautiful, and I am happy that so many people we loved, and who love us and our sweet girl, were there alongside us. Even so, there’s been a shift in the way that we do celebrations in our family. At least for now. And it feels right for us.
This year, we kept things simple.