My monkeys are my own personal fairy tale in real life...

My monkeys are my own personal fairy tale in real life...

Ramblings, Sentiments, Rantings and Musings

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I am a mother of 5 wonderful children and wife to one amazing Navy man. I am always changing things in my life, constantly learning something new and trying it out. I am a wannabe vegan, minimalist and currently living full time in an RV. Just for clarification, I say wannabe, because I know I am not perfect, but each day I strive to do the best I can. That's all I can expect from anyone no matter where they are in life. I learn something new everyday...mostly about myself and my little corner of reality. Life, to me, is loving, learning and making memories. These are better than all the tangible riches one can get their hands on! Besides, there will come a day when all I have left is my love and memories...so I'll stockpile as much of those as I can!
Is it possible...

How is it that time passes and I didn't see it. Where did I blink and open my eyes again thirteen years later? Why does my heart cry for the time when my sweet baby was still small and needy. Why do I long to again hold the tiny hands and feet of my precious first born? My heart holds on to the day that sweet babe turned four and came into the kitchen and looked up at me and asked "Mama, how come little boys love their mommys so much?". The days never seemed to be flying by or anything then, but oh how they did looking back on them now. My sweet son has taught me to treasure every day. Tuck every little memory deep in the photo album of my heart.
Mama age 21 and Zachary age 5 months
Mama age 35 and Zachary age 13

So I thank you my sweet Zachary for loving your Mama so much. I hope you know how much she loves you! At 5'10 and about 165 pounds (this still amazes me) I may not be able to hold you in my arms anymore, but I will forever hold you in my heart! I love you son.
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"I am beginning to suspect all elaborate and special systems of education. They seem to me to be built upon the supposition that every child is a kind of idiot who must be taught to think. Whereas, if the child is left to himself, he will think more and better, if less showily. Let him go and come freely, let him touch real things and combine his impressions for himself, instead of sitting indoors at a little round table, while a sweet-voiced teacher suggests that he build a stone wall with his wooden blocks, or make a rainbow out of strips of coloured paper, or plant straw trees in bead flower-pots. Such teaching fills the mind with artificial associations that must be got rid of, before the child can develop independent ideas out of actual experience." -- Anne Sullivan