Diapers and Divinity
I’ve changed diapers every day since January 2003, and let’s face it — it ain’t pretty. I’m pretty sure that I was not cut out to be a toddler mom. And yet . . . deep down inside I sometimes recognize a spark of divinity that tells me this really is what I was meant to do. So welcome to the blog intended to remind you that when you’re up to your elbows in diapers, laundry, battery-operated toys and macaroni and cheese, you’re still a daughter of God. So cry a little, laugh it out, say a prayer and move on.