1. My Why - i never wanted to do this

I swore up and down that I would never become a blogger. I wanted to be a writer who lived adventurously and studied the world. I had my sights set on working as an anthropologist on my first stint through the college experience. And then I got pregnant at 19.

I fell in love with a boy and we had to grow up real quick.

There were periods of inspiration and periods of survival. I heard it said once that there are only two reasons a writer stops writing: they are either overwhelmed or overjoyed. I kept telling myself it was the latter. I also told myself: nobody would care to see my story. It's not unique or inspiring. I’m not wildly successful or famous, so why bother?

I used to stare at scholarship essays and think the same thing.

'Tell us why you deserve our attention!'

They would prompt in varying tones.

I can’t, because I don’t want it. This blog isn’t about me. It is about you and your relationships with your family. I'm not seeking praise or glorification. In fact, I perform pretty terribly under pressure. I once publicly cried from the embarrassment of strangers singing "Happy Birthday" in a cafe.

Who does that?

In the reflection of my life, a million thoughts and memories went flying through my mind. The ones that stuck the longest were ones from my childhood. I grew up as a little mountain child in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains. When I was younger, although my parents seemed very strict to me, I had few literal boundaries in my life.

My bare feet would carry me anywhere my little heart desired. At the age of 6, I would wake up, grab a machete, and blaze a trail off into the hills. Sometimes I would journey all day and walk for miles and only return home when the light of the day began to disappear.

It was a freedom that I know not many people have ever felt before. I didn’t realize all the power I had been given until it was taken away with a warm

"Welcome to Tucson."

I lived my adolescence and young adult life in the city; a drastic difference from my early years. This divided upbringing has provided me with a very unique perspective on childhood and parenting.

Since meeting my Husband in the desert, we have raised our family traveling all over the United States and I have realized that my family deserves the life I once knew as a child. A peaceful home with clear and reasonable boundaries. We are on a mission to provide that for them, and hope to change the pace of life for as many other families as we can along the way.

I am fully aware that I am not better than anyone else. That's not the vibe here. I certainly 👏 do 👏 not have it all figured out. However, after many of my friends and acquaintances had come to me for advice, of which I am glad to give, I wanted to publish a place of consideration and conference. Here, I will attempt to show you how I have handled those tough parenting days while I continue to traverse them in real time.

With that said,

🥂 Here's to hoping my stories and experiences can make you feel a little better about the journey that is motherhood. I need you here to build this community with me. If any of you know me in the real world, you know I am bold, blunt, and above all not judgmental. I am far from perfect and always looking for ways to do better. My journey to become a more patient and peaceful parent spurred this blog into action.

Although it is a continuous work-in-progress, I hope you may find somethings useful here.
My personal journey has been to seek and create peace everyday through

Natural Beauty,

Respect,

and Slow Living.

These ideas seem to have been lost to time. It's past time for their revival.

What will yours be?

I'm currently in school seeking a Bachelor of Science in Psychology. I have always been intrigued by human-nature. When I became a mother, my pursuit shifted from Anthropology (the study of culture and people) to Developmental Psychology (the study of children’s minds). How can one try to understand the human mind without understanding the culture of the society they come from?

The developing mind is wild.

“Childhood is a period of transitioning psychosis,"

Translation: kids are crazy.

You don't say?

But within that beautifully feral mind is so much emotion, wonder, and creativity. We can rekindle that free spirit and direct their passion by understanding the way their little brains work. Raising children can be done while successfully maintaining our own peace and sanity.


I started my journey in the same place as you, by reading other testaments to parenting. Please check out my Reading List if you're looking to start a more independent journey; but know I am always open for dialogue.

Drop a comment before you go if only to say hi. If you know someone who is amidst the brambles of motherhood and doesn't know how to begin to climb out, please share this post with them so we can build upon this extended family.

It's going to be great to meet you,