Each June, I have to take stock of the expectations I’ve piled up during the winter months and decide what’s realistic versus overly idealistic. Usually, the same thread weaves through each one: I’m looking for opportunities for my family to press pause together.
It's time to call out a seemingly innocent error, a well-meaning mixup. No one set out to create it — there's no evil conspiracy at play here. But with all the money, t-shirts, and Instagram accounts devoted to spreading this good-hearted confusion, the time has come to speak truth.
The more tired I got, the more we found ourselves reading. Frankly, because of all that ever-present work, I often needed to press pause and just sit for a few minutes. That’s when I began to notice that story time didn’t have to be a well-intended chore.