Shame vs. Guilt. Something I’ve been thinking about lately.
It seems the southeast has finally broken out of the cold snap we’ve been bound by and the children have been able to actually play outdoors. Watching them run around using up some of the energy they’ve been holding in their reserve tanks was like therapy for me. Never have I been so happy to hear childish screaming than these last few days when I heard it coming from outside rather than reverberating off the walls of our tiny home. (and for those of you who will wonder, no, we don’t allow them to scream and yell in the house. but that doesn’t mean they don’t try.)