This book is for harried, hectic moms everywhere needing to know they are not alone with the chaos of elementary age children.
Light reflects off of mounds
And piles, and drifts of
Snow.
Endless waves of white,
Like a sea, or more like a
Desert—
Dangerous. Barren,
Monotonous.
The wind shapes—
Sometimes like fingers in clay,
But
In storms it whips
Its victim in fury.
In the morning
Sun glints off
White,
Endless white,
Waves
and waves
and waves
of empty
Cold.
from cold. Untamed Beauty (page 10-11)
For the moms who batttle sleepless nights, busy days and no time alone, I see you. This poem is written for you.
Sometimes the image in the mirror does not reflect the person you remember and the person looking back at you isn’t remotely familiar. In fact, mothering has changed you, given you gifts of longsuffering evident in your stretchmarks and wrinkles, unplucked eyebrows and the constant concern in your eyes. Embrace this woman. She needs a hug.
The book is beautiful! The matte finish is so smooth and soft, and the wide format is lovely for holding while sipping tea or juggling a baby.