Tag: Children

Tirelessly. The New Inconceivable.

~ Lenore Diane ~ 16 Comments

At the risk of dating this post I wish Moms everywhere a Happy Mother’s Day. Having shared that sentiment, please know that I am a firm believer that mothers should be celebrated on a daily basis, not just once a year. My Mom shares my belief. She should know, because she raised six kids.

Today, as I read through various Mother’s Day cards, one thing struck me. Frequently, the word tirelessly was included in the loving sentiment to mothers.

I literally sat in bed, questioning myself. “Tirelessly?” I asked myself. “Do I know what tirelessly means? Doesn’t it mean one is not tired?” Continue reading “Tirelessly. The New Inconceivable.” →

Off the Cuff

~ Lenore Diane ~ 2 Comments

Though this may comes as a surprise to you, the thoughts I share within this blog are filtered. Well, the thoughts are filtered to some extent. However today, the filter is broken. Let the deluge of unfiltered thinking begin.

It started with the question (and thought) from a friend, “I was wondering what your plans were for the boys during summer and other breaks? It just occurred to me as I’m processing, once you are full time, you’ll have to add full time summer care to your yearly budget.” Continue reading “Off the Cuff” →

I miss the good ol’ days.

~ Lenore Diane ~ 1 Comment

If you have already heard me tell this story, my apologies. Due to recent events, I am addressing it again.

.:: Ten years ago I drove by a log home and fell in love. The log home was beautiful, and horses roamed about the property. Being a dreamer, I envisioned a life behind the doors and windows of the log home. In addition, I noted the playground and kids I would see on occasion. Though I had no kids at the time, I made a mental note of the log home, wondering if the owner had an in-home daycare.

Fast forward a few years, when my husband and I welcomed the birth of our first son. Initially, Joe stayed with our next door neighbor, while my husband and I went to work. I still passed the log home daily on my way to work. One morning, I noticed a sign in the yard of the log home. ‘Montessori Style Child Care, 3yr – Pre School, Space available.’ Continue reading “I miss the good ol’ days.” →