A New Chapter, An Old Book!
I've stepped inside a time machine and headed back. Back in time to the 'overly' romanticized era of stay at home housewives and mothers. To a time where Donna Reed was busy baking something up, June Cleaver was running the vacuum, and Samantha Stevens was twitching her nose. I have to admit, there is a part of me that has always been drawn to that era, to being able to stay home, nurture my family, care for hearth and home, wear aprons, put on make up, greet my husband with a kiss and a cocktail! In the beginning, when we had our first child, I did stay home. And along came our second child just 19 months later. I stayed home for about 3.5 years then. Yet that time was such a blur. Those days were the infancy of discovering that our oldest, David, had special needs. With the day to day grind of being at a loss, of being in tears many days, of barely getting my teeth brushed, I missed out. I missed out on just enjoying the moment, of look...