The Language of the Heart
Dedicated to a generation of moms whose babies know the letter \’ i \’ before they understand the alphabet.
Dedicated to a generation of moms whose babies know the letter \’ i \’ before they understand the alphabet.
From inside the room I heard a barrage of accusations that implied that I, her mother, was all out to ruin her life.
For the torment in the hearts of the refugees fleeing Syria
who are trapped between a world destroyed and a future that is uncertain.
She looked around at her family. Oh…how she loved them! At least they were safe at home with each other and not outside in the big, bad world.
I have been a stay at home Mom (SAHM) for 16 years now and of late had begun to question myself as to whether my being around the house had benefitted my children.
Friends, let us raise ours sons to be masterpieces. If our daughters are magnificent then our sons can be spellbinding too.