I've said it before and I'll say it again.
I. LOVE. BIRTHDAYS. I love the cake. I love the presents. I love the chance to stop and celebrate LIFE. And I REALLY love the parties.
Let's take a walk down birthday lane!
Every year I try to top myself. Not because I have something to prove but because it's so. much. fun.
The most fun is deciding on the theme. I have some ideas and I'm working on inspiration boards to reveal on Tuesday!
This is the perfect time of year to revisit one of our favorite spring day activities.
Inspired by a post at Infarrantly Creative, I decided to take our weekly play group to the next level with some sidewalk chalk spray.
The recipe is pretty simple.
First, add 1/2 cup cornstarch to a small container, preferably one with a spout. I used a simple pyrex measuring cup.
Next, add one cup hot water.
Then add one teaspoon tempura paint.
Last, add a small squirt of dishwashing detergent and mix well. Pour in your squirt bottles and your good to go!
As you can see, the spray was a huge hit at the play group. The bottles were pretty much empty when it was all over and my driveway looked like a Jackson Pollock painting!
~ Sarah Stewart Holland
Over the last few weeks separation anxiety has come to the Holland household. Baby Amos, who only last month would run squealing into Mommy's Day Out or the church nursery, has now become clingy and weepy whenever I leave the room, much less drop him off somewhere.
Griffin went through a similar phase at his age and while I know it is only temporary, it doesn't make the tears or cries of "Momma!" any easier. I'm not a believer in sneaking out or leaving them in tears so I have a strategy that seems to work.
I teach my children one simple phrase, "Mommy always comes back."
Every time I've left Amos for the past few weeks I've gotten down on his level and explained a simple timeline. "Amos eat crackers. Amos play. Mommy comes back. Mommy always comes back."
Now, he can answer my prompt. "Mommy always comes..."
"Back!" he'll reply with a grin.
Yesterday's tragic event in Boston is yet another stark reminder that everything can change in an instant.
I want to teach my children they can depend on me and I know deep down I cannot raise them to be afraid. One lesson I've had to learn over and over is that "preparing" for tragic events doesn't make them any easier because tragedy is not something for which you can ever prepare.
Perhaps this is just the mental gymnastics of any parent. Teaching your children they can depend on you so they build the confidence to depend on themselves. Teaching them to look for the good in people, even if it can best be found in times of suffering.
Looking into pleading eyes and promising, "Mommy comes back. Mommy always comes back."
~ Sarah Stewart Holland