I grew up with a mom who was (and still is) a minimalist. I feel like she had to be having so many kids in such a small house. There was a particular area that I really hated though. That we were limited to how many outfits we could have. And that, again, was due to the amount of space we had and that 5 of us girls shared one tiny closet. I always said I would never be a minimalist when I grew up… Continue reading “Journey into Minimalism: Clothes”
I know I’ve always been a strong willed child. I know we have butted heads more than we have agreed. And I know I’ve harshly judged your parenting on more occasions than I’d like to admit.
I appreciate the sacrifices you’ve made for me. Having a Homebirth, breastfeeding, homeschooling. I’m sure there is more. Being a mother is hard. And not something someone who isn’t a mother yet will ever fully understand. Continue reading “A letter to my mom”