![]() ![]() We lived in a state of constant negotiation. When both of us were working, we had divided chores and ‘out of hours’ child minding. “It’s just for a year,” I told everyone, including my husband. He was stunned, as were most of my colleagues. A month later, I began to work on my side of the bargain - explaining to my boss that I wouldn’t be coming back to work full-time. Two weeks later, my baby, Mia, left hospital a homecoming that was simple, but profound. As I held this vision, I was aware that making our home a refuge, a place of safety and of growth and healing, was something I wanted more than anything. As the tears fell, I became aware that all I wanted, more than anything else, was to be at home with my new baby, she in her wicker basket surrounded by her two sisters, myself and her dad. ![]() I spoke to God, laying out all my worst fears. ![]()
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