Two adorable kids when they received Black Day: The Monster Rock Band. Reshared recently by mom we met in Nashville.
As I mentioned in the previous post, Marcus was a bit of a star at the event last week and greeted, treated as such. As proven by this awesome post:
Hello Friends, I’m in Nashville on the first morning after a mom’s conference. Not just any mom’s conference. The Rockin’ Retreat. They call it a retreat because it can involve pampering and moms are encouraged to unwind. That said, I saw a lot of learning, a lot of looking for answers, a lot of partying, a lot of hugs, a lot of adventures, a lot of supportive words, a lot of…moving forward.
In fact, as I began writing this morning I thought about the word retreat and its
The two other years I’ve been able to join this party, I’ve been the mom with the oldest child. (We always clarify, “Moms of older kids” not “older moms.” Words matter! Ha!)
I’ll be sharing this year about writing/blogging and advocacy with storytelling. I’m on a panel with other
Let’s go back several years, no need to count how many, to the August of my 18th birthday. I had graduated that Spring, moved “away from home”, was legally (almost) an adult (19 is adulthood in the state of Nebraska) and excited to embrace two civic duties now available to me: 1) Vote* 2) Give blood.The first was easily registered, the second wasn’t. Turns out to give blood I had to be 18 and have certain healthy weight and blood pressure qualifications, which I did not. I even tried to negotiate with the nurse, to no avail. I'm asking for two things for my birthday this year, read on to give one.