Unleashing Your Voice

I was in some kind of crisis mode, I can’t remember what it was. My oldest son who was 10 (or maybe even 11) came racing through the room and I said to him, “Is it 12:00 yet?”   He was more than willing to find out the time for me but his next question brought me to a place of complete despair. “What does 12:00 look like?” I remembering thinking, “What am I doing? At least in school he would have been forced to learn to tell time…” (and let me just say, Oh but Wow, if you knew me now...) Well, what I was doing was everything I was capable of doing—and that happened to be a lot. I was having babies and keeping their limbs attached and their ever-hungry mouths fed. I was reading books (in copious amounts) to them and to myself. I was gathering like-minded families and creating a tribe. This list does not include all the things you already know that I was doing as I ran this enterprise we call a family like a well-oiled machine (ha!) The fact of the matter is that my son had