Earning Their Keep!

Alt. title: Lazy Mom’s Guide to Avoiding Housework

If you’ve read any of my posts, and thought to yourself, “dang, that girl’s got her life together!”, you would be very, very wrong. Sure, I do plenty of things to make my life easier but that doesn’t mean they’re always the best things, the right things, or for the right reasons.

This post should help make that point.

They are fully responsible for table setting!

I am a FIRM believer in kids doing chores and here’s why:

  • Chores teach responsibility
  • Chores foster a sense of community
  • Chores help to avoid carelessness in daily habit-forming
  • Sharing chores gives mom a break!
  • I just can’t do it all

Here’s what I mean…

Chores Teach Responsibility

I think it would be pretty overwhelming to take on, for the first time ever, the daily task of caring for oneself all at once as an adult. It’s actually a priceless gift you can give your child when you give them more responsibility around your home little by little. This way, by the time they’re grown and independent, they will actually be independent!
[I’m no model parent when it comes to this part, but] giving them grace to make mistakes and try again is part of that learning process. When they succeed in little things, children become more confident in taking on bigger challenges as they grow and develop.

Chores foster as sense of community

Although there is a hierarchy in the home, because we do not operate as a democracy, we are still a part of a community. The family unit is the first community your child will be a part of. I don’t know about you, but it embarrasses me to imagine a scenario where my children are the selfish, self-centered slackers in their own future communities.
Helping them recognize that we all contribute to the harmony and wellbeing of our community from a young age will only help them carry that perspective into adulthood and into their future communities.

Not a chore, but older siblings helping with younger ones is expected

Chores help to avoid carelessness in daily habit-forming

This may sound like a mouthful, so here’s an example to clarify what I mean:
My boys work together to prepare their own breakfast each morning. I am rarely out of bed in time to do this for them or even supervisor the undertaking. When this first begun just over a year ago, a huge mess of milk, cereal, fruit, and utensils was left behind as evidence of their independence. Initially, I swooped in to clean up after the fact, but I quickly felt like this whole process defeated the purpose of “getting their own breakfast”!
Since they were not expected to clean up after themselves, they were careless in breakfast-making and defaulted to sloppy and wasteful habits. Now, that’s not to say that they don’t leave some mess, or that I expect a spotless kitchen when they’re done, or that I won’t tidy up after them either way. But the huge, careless messes they initially left went extinct quite quickly when they were suddenly responsible for some of the clean up too.

Sharing chores gives mom a break!

My friends, this category and the next are what I mean by not actually having my life together. I may be strict with my kids and have lots of rules, but the truth is that I’m not servant-hearted by nature. Serving my children and doing everything for them out of the kindness and love that pours out of my heart is just not me. Being a homemaker and and housewife doesn’t fulfill every fibre of my being, despite the fact that that’s been my daily reality for nearly eight years now.
To avoid growing resentful or burning out, I ask that my family share the load. And although the positive lessons I mentioned earlier are a big win in raising responsible, well-rounded adults, this, dear reader, is the real motivation behind the chores:

I. Simply. Don’t. Want. To. Do. It. All… I don’t!

I Can’t Actually Do It All

I’d like to think that I could take on more if I wasn’t also working from home part-time, but with things like maternity leave and vacation time, that’s proven to be a myth.
Despite being a pretty organized person, I also have relatively high standards for cleanliness, so it’s hard for me to juggle everything in my life when the load of housekeeping falls exclusively on my shoulders. I wish I was more resourceful and self-sufficient, but I know my limits, both physically and mentally, and I’m trying to get better at balancing out the structure of my day.
I also wish messes didn’t bother me as much as they do, but they do. So having my kids involved in maintaining some sense of order in our home has helped us all live in some version of harmony.

As you can see, cleaning up is so fun!

So if you’re wondering which chores are reasonable for your child to do and what that looks like, read on to see what’s worked for us.

Toddlers

  • Pick up toys
  • Put away toys

Even as young as 18 months, toddlers understand so much and are still young enough to think that “clean up” is a game. I wouldn’t categorize their contributions as “chores” necessarily, but more the development of a habit.
Toddlers can pick up items and put them easily in bins and boxes. So before bedtime (and sometimes before nap time, if the toys are scattered beyond what Mama can tolerate), we play a quick game of pick-up-the-toys, which has become a regular part of our routine.

Preschoolers

  • Clean up and tidy up bedroom
  • Clean up and tidy up play areas

For me, this age range is approximately 3-4 years old. At this age, our children are responsible for their bedrooms and playroom! Although I will step in when we want to rearrange or deep clean, the vast majority of clean up and tidying up falls on their shoulders. It’s never perfect, and often takes forever, but the bigger picture is about habit-forming and routine, rather than a perfectly neat space.

Early School Age

  • Set and clear the table
  • Laundry
  • Lawn care (shadowing mowing and maintenance)
  • Dusting

I’m looking at ages 5-8 in this category. Again, this is my own take on things, but I’ve been pleasantly surprised by the abilities I’ve seen develop in my own children since they started school (we’re now in our 5th school year, and they are in 1st and 3rd grade).
My two eldest are still relatively keen to contribute to house responsibilities, especially if the task makes them feel particularly grown up (chop veggies for dinner, prepare lunches for school, help mow the lawn, etc.). Although my eldest is starting to push back on some chores like laundry (he’s responsible for collecting everyone’s laundry and starting the machine), incentives like junky treats and screen time go a long way in getting his butt in gear, and there’s no shame in the bribing game.

Later School Age

  • Mowing lawn
  • School lunches
  • Preparing parts of a family meal
  • Vacuuming

This is uncharted territory for me, which is why I won’t speak into it much, so please keep that in mind as you read on. This category looks like preteen ages of 9-12 years old. From what I can already tell in my own kids, things like mowing the lawn and taking on school lunch-making exclusively would be high on the list of chores/responsibilities since they’re already being groomed for these tasks as I write this.
Beyond that, I’d say as teens (13-18 years old), my own kids will be responsible for bathroom cleaning and other things like that, but definitely don’t want to speak into that any further. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. (Just pulling from my own life experience at that age!)

After 6 long months, the fort’s been disassembled. Clean up is a group effort!

The early you start, the easier it is…

I’m a big believer in habit-forming.

Just like we don’t wait for children to be able to speak before we start speaking to them, I don’t wait until my children display a desire to help out around the house before I give them chores to do.

They learn as they go that being responsible for household chores is just part of our family dynamic. Since this has always been a part of their daily lives, they don’t push back too much. It’s all they know!

To pay or not to pay…

Should I be paying my kids for doing chores? Doesn’t that go against fostering a sense of community?

To put it as eloquently as I possibly can:

Meh..
Do what you gotta do.

My rule of thumb is this:

If it’s a big job, then they’ve earned a few bucks. Little tasks, like maintaining a clean room or clearing the table after dinner, are just part of a regular family life routine. Still, at the end of the day, do what works for you! Cash doesn’t have to be the incentive. Like I’ve mentioned already, screen time and junky treats have been working great as incentives in our house so far too.

My husband also set up an incentive chart where an accumulation of points earns the kids a few hockey cards. I mean, we’d buy them anyway. But this way they’ve earned them themselves and that gives them a big sense of accomplishment, ownership, and value of their hard-earned prize.

Think of something that will get your kids willing to help out around the house, that doesn’t also have you nagging them ceaselessly, and you’re both winning!

When they’re still at the age when chores are fun, feel free to exploit that!

And in the end…

Please understand that the main reason my kids do regular chores is to keep my own sanity. The happy byproduct of their development is a bonus! So if you try it out and find it’s causing you more grief than before, don’t even bother! So much of motherhood is just survival. And for me, that looks like sharing the load of housework!

Bonus Tips

Race against the clock…….. Sometimes all we need is a 10 second timer to clean up as many books, toys, games, clothes etc. as we can in that timeframe. The thrill of the race gets us all moving pretty quick!

Race against each other…. When my boys are dragging their feet or complaining about a chore they don’t feel like doing, I make them race each other. Sometimes for a junky treat prize, sometimes for a high five, just depends. I know it doesn’t sound like the best parenting approach but I’ll go to extreme lengths to avoid doing a chore I’ve pawned off on my children, don’t @ me.

Race against Mum
…………… Same idea here. But here’s an example: if I’m cleaning the kitchen and have asked my boys to do something they don’t feel like doing, or are taking a long time to get done, I bribe them with a treat if they can complete their task before I complete mine. In case it isn’t obvious, yes, I’m into bribing.

I’m very curious, do your kids do chores?? What does that look like for your family?
Please let me know your thoughts in the comments below or send me a message! I love to hear from you!

Love, Corinthians, and being a Three

“We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another”

– Jonathan Swift

If that isn’t a punch to the gut, I don’t know what is.

Well before we carry on…

If “being a 3” means nothing to you, I encourage you to do a quick Google search of the Enneagram and you’ll soon find yourself immersed in the world of Personality Types!

The thing about the Enneagram is that it doesn’t describe how someone might behave, but it explains the why attached to behaviour. Or the motive, if you will.

Enneagram 3s are known to be… performers, achievers, ambitious check-list-tickers and goal-setters. They look for validation through what they can achieve and contribute, rather than just who they are. In an unhealthy state, the characteristics I mentioned can be damaging to the relationships in their lives since the drive for success can sometimes eclipse everything else.

Onward to Corinth

With this in mind, and through the lens of a 3, I invite you to journey with me to first century Corinth, in Greece. There, we’ll find a group of believers who were highly motivated for success and driven to be their best as individuals… to the detriment of their community and the relationships in their lives.

Well to our own detriment, I believe we’ve overly simplified the “Love Chapter” of I Corinthians, and stripped it down to a lovely poem recited at a wedding ceremony, where guests wait absently for cocktails to kick off at the reception.

As a result, this passage is so often taken out of context. So we fail to see how the broader issues at play – as well as how Paul responds to them – can actually speak into our lives. You can read the whole of I Corinthians 13 here.

I’ve taken to writing this reminder on my wrist for the especially chaotic days

On a personal level, digging into I Corinthians 13 has helped me address the why behind my actions and what needs to change.

The main thing we gloss over is the fact that this church struggled to put their own ambitions, desires, and preferences aside, in order to prioritize fulfilling the literal command to love one another FIRST.

Besides the moral failings Paul mentions, the Corinthian church was just plain petty! And maybe even a little narcissistic.

Here are some of their issues and Paul’s inspired words in response:

  • They were abusing their spiritual gifts for their own selfish purposes

If I could speak all the languages of earth and of angels, but didn’t love others, I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. 
If I had the gift of prophecy, and if I understood all of God’s secret plans and possessed all knowledge, and if I had such faith that I could move mountains, but didn’t love others, I would be nothing.

– I Corinthians 13:1-2
  • They were envious of each other’s gifts

Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way.

– I Corinthians 13:4-5
  • They were impatient with each other, even in public meetings

Love is patient and kind. It is not irritable. Love endures in every circumstance.

I Corinthians 13: 4-5, 7
  • They were selfish to the point of filing lawsuits against one another… umm, what?!

Love keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, love is always hopeful.

– I Corinthians 13: 5- 7

As I go through this list, I can’t help but think of how complicated and strained their relationships must have become that they were actually filing lawsuits against their fellow believers.

Well lawsuit drama aside, I’m just going to put this out there: I really feel for the Corinthians! And dare I go so far as to say that I can relate to them personally. I see myself in them and I just feel like I really get them.

Honestly, it sounds like a lot of them were 3s! As we’ve already established, 3s are:

  • ambitious
  • competitive
  • high-achieving
  • successful
  • image-conscious
  • vain
  • trying to keep up the image of success
  • goal-oriented

Please understand me, I am not defending these characteristics as entirely positive or healthy. Yes, some are great! And they should be valued and sought after by all personality types, not just by 3s.

But others have the potential to become so negative and unhealthy, that they can be detrimental to one’s spiritual growth, wisdom, and maturity; not to mention negatively impacting one’s interpersonal relationships.

Enneagram 3s can be so focused on their own success and goal-achievement, that their relationships can really suffer. And I’d make the case that this is what was happening in the Corinthian church.

Earlier in the letter, Paul tells the church that knowledge puffs up, but wisdom builds up. Builds up what, or who? Builds up others! Any knowledge or wisdom we gain in this life should be used to bless, encourage, edify, and build up those around us. Because what good is godly wisdom if it doesn’t benefit the body of believers and beyond?

Knowledge puffs up, but wisdom builds up.

– I Corinthians 8:1

You see, spiritual gifts, talents, skills – or whatever you want to call the amazing and unique abilities God offers each of us – are not just useless, but can actually be destructive without love for others as the driving force behind them.

The Corinthians had an excessively imbalanced emphasis placed on spiritual gifts to the detriment of love for each other, for the world, and for even Jesus Himself.

And it cost them. But not in the ways God warns that our faith would cost us.

What their misplaced priorities cost them was their relationships with one another, as well as their witness in the larger community.

Since the Corinthian church had such an unhealthy desire for spiritual gifts – to the point of near-obsession – the desire to speak in tongues, to prophesy, etc., literally took over their ability to see their world through the eyes of God’s love.

They cared more about how deeply spiritual they appeared to be by manifesting the gifts of the Spirit, rather than focusing on the self-sacrificing love that’s actually required in order to be set apart in a world of self-ambition, selfishness, and self-seeking success.

Paul was painting a picture for the Corinthian believers of what their life of faith should really look like…

It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.

I Corinthians 13: 7-8

With all the problems the Corinthians were facing, love was truly the answer. Love was truly all they needed.
Love was, and still is, the key ingredient and activating agent in the formula of effective Christian living.

A quick peak into the first verse of the next chapter, I Corinthians 14:1, encourages us to follow the way of love… and EAGERLY desire gifts of the Spirit.

Other translations use language like:

  • Earnestly desire (ESV)
  • It is good that you are enthusiastic and passionate (TPT)
  • Earnestly desire and cultivate the spiritual gifts (AMP)
  • You should also want the gifts the Holy Spirit gives (NIRV)

So as a 3, this is a relief to me. I don’t have to give up who I am, what I love to do, or what motivates me in striving for success in spirituality or otherwise.

However… it’s so important to remember that the priority is still to love first. Pouring yourself into loving others well doesn’t negate your own goals or success.
Rather, it enhances whatever you’re already doing, and helps keep you from becoming an irrelevant voice in a world competing to be the loudest noise.

Anyone else keep important reminders on bathroom mirrors?!

This is especially pointed at me, as I can easily get lost in my world of study, writing, and learning, and forget to love those around me, namely: my own children.

Don’t worry, I’m fully aware of how awful that sounds.

And it’s not that I’m being neglectful or disengaged, but like the Corinthians, my personal ambitions can take priority and sway me off track of what’s most important: love. Love my husband, love my kids, love my family, love my community, love my enemies.

Otherwise, whatever I write on here is just the noise of a resounding gong or clanging cymbal. And that is more mortifying to me than failing to accomplish any arbitrary personal goal in the first place.

Does this resonate with anyone else? Please tell me I’m not the only one.
If you have any thoughts or comments on this, I’d love to hear them! Send me a message or comment below!

The Ones Before the Rainbows

Welcome to Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month.
The time of year when we remember the lives of babies gone too soon.

A photo of a double rainbow above our home.
Snapped a few weeks before discovering I was pregnant with our second rainbow baby

The title of this post is in reference to the term rainbow baby, and in case you don’t know…

A rainbow baby is the healthy baby born after the loss of another due to miscarriage, stillbirth, or other natural causes.

The implication is that the healthy baby that is born is a bright rainbow following the painful storm of loss that the mother has previously lived through.

So in honour of this special awareness month and my own beloved losses, I’ll be sharing parts of my journey, as well as recommendations on how to tread around the topics of fertility, family planning, and loss.

Only by God’s grace have I carried three babies to term, birthed them with only minimal complications, and have had the privilege of watching them grow and thrive. You can read about my 3 babies here. But this motherhood journey has brought some hard lows as well.

My Seasons of Loss

It was in January of 2012 that I took my first ever pregnancy test. I was late, which is usually what prompts the taking of such tests, and was very surprised to find a second line appear on that stick.

The weeks that followed have since become a blur to me. I do remember floating through my daily routine a little out of touch with reality because of the sheer joy of expecting a baby.

Unfortunately within a few weeks, I had some spotting, and then quite quickly lost the baby. It all happened so fast. I was shocked and disillusioned and felt lost.

I took a few days off of work because the thought of pulling myself together to teach teenagers the fundamentals of a properly structured research paper had me bursting into tears. I remember sitting in our apartment on the fourth floor (no elevator!) buried in as many blankets as I could find, and watching Friends reruns with my eyes barely open from tears and exhaustion. I wasn’t even pregnant long enough for anyone to know – including my own body! But loss is loss. And sometimes your soul feels it more than any other part of you.

I wasn’t even pregnant long enough for anyone to know – including my own body! But loss is loss. And sometimes your soul feels it more than any other part of you.

Shortly after that loss, I was blessed with a second pregnancy which I carried to term. Yay! When I was about six months pregnant, the due date of my first pregnancy came and went. It was so very gracious of God to allow me the gift of a full womb as I mourned the loss of an empty one so recently.

My firstborn son was born on New Year’s Eve, just weeks before the one year anniversary of my miscarriage. Making it a very happy new year indeed.

My firstborn son. My first rainbow baby.

Another season, another loss

Fast forward a few years, and I was now a mama to two boys who are 18 months apart. Shortly after my second son turned one, the desire grew in me to try for another baby again, and hopefully complete our little family with a third child.

Well a couple more years went by after that, and month after month of regular monthly cycles raged on. When you’re longing for a baby, being greeted monthly by your period is more devastating than the usual monthly cycle symptoms us women are already accustomed to managing.

I shared some of this in another post about the backstory of my tattoo, which you can read here. But the gist of it is this:

In October 2016, I received what I personally considered to be the opportunity of a lifetime. I was asked to speak at an annual women’s retreat that my former church was putting on. In attendance would be approximately 150 women, and I had the privilege of teaching from the scriptures, as well as weaving my own story throughout my talk.

I spent six months praying and preparing; researching and writing. It was life-giving. If you know me personally, you know how much I love this kind of work.

Flat lay of all my essentials for the women’s retreat I was speaking at in 2017

During those six months of behind the scenes prep, I had a late period and discovered I was expecting! It was a very, very happy day because, like I said, I was waiting and praying and hoping for another baby for about two years already.

Then, just ten days before I was scheduled to hop on a train for the eight hour ride east, I started spotting and cramping…

It was on the occasion of my husband’s birthday that I paid a visit to the emergency room, desperate for some hopeful news. I spent hours and hours there, just waiting. I was finally seen, and thankfully had an ultrasound that very day. A heartbeat was detected, but there was some concern about the baby’s placement. The technician and doctor were not overly alarmed so my mind was set at ease ever so slightly.

Spotting throughout pregnancy is normal and fairly common, right?

What was agonizing for me leading up to this big speaking engagement, was the lack of answers. I remember wishing I could just know either way.

Am I losing this baby? Will everything be fine? I was ten days away from departure and they just couldn’t tell me a thing. The most they could do was give me a follow up appointment and ultrasound.

Both were scheduled for literally the day after I was to get back from my weekend away.

It all just felt like the worst timing ever. I couldn’t understand how this could all be happening at once. I remember thinking:

If this could’ve just been the disappointment of another monthly cycle like I’d been getting for the past two years…. well I could deal with that! I could cope with that! I know how to do that, and manage that!

But that’s just not how it unfolded…

Day 1 of the weekend retreat at which I was speaking

I spent the eight hour train ride mostly in tears. While I had originally planned to go over my notes and rehearse my talk inaudibly on the train, I couldn’t bring myself to pull out a single sheet of paper.

Everything I spent the last six month preparing felt like chalk in my mouth.

Of course by the time I arrived, I pulled it together and went over everything I worked so hard to prepare. And the Lord reminded me that He is still good, even in unknown circumstances.

I leaned into Jesus that weekend and was given the strength and courage to share openly from the heart. It was still really difficult, and I still spent the whole weekend bleeding and cramping and crying. But I did it.

Time to face the music

It was really comforting to have so many women pray over me that weekend – for strength and courage, but also for healing and restoration for my baby. Unfortunately, the day after I got home I was given the news I hoped I would never hear again: the baby no longer had a heartbeat and I would be passing the remains within a few days.

At home after countless tears, and more blood, contractions, and medication than I care to live through again, we said goodbye to what might have been.

What I didn’t expect following my loss was the darkness that enveloped me.

I had such a hard time with basic life functions.

  • Getting out of bed
  • Caring for my family
  • Seeing other people

It was all so overwhelming to me.

As a pastor’s wife, I didn’t really have the luxury to just skip out on church. But it was hard for me to see people! So I’d arrive late and leave early in order to avoid any anxiety-inducing conversation. But mostly to avoid bursting into tears. There were a lot of tears.

All of this came as a surprise. I hadn’t gone through anything this dark with my first miscarriage. It was like I couldn’t control what my mind was thinking. Like my body was just along for this dark, sad ride. And I couldn’t stop it.

This may not be widely known, but besides normal emotional responses to loss, like sadness and grief, the body suffering through miscarriage goes through the same hormonal responses that it would after birthing a full-term baby.

So if pregnancy news was kept private in the first place, the loss is often suffered in silence. With chemical and hormonal imbalances taking over without the mother’s consent or even full awareness.

Where I spent the majority of several weeks following my loss.
(Not pictured: the couch where I split my time)

A new chapter…

After a few months of this, I finally started to feel like myself again.

  • Being out in public didn’t feel like such a daunting task
  • Attending play dates where babies were present no longer sent me into a choking panic
  • And I was able to attend church again without fear of bursting into tears

The truth is, I was filled with hope.

The Lord was so patient with me, so faithful to me. An ever-present help in my time of trouble. Even when I didn’t know what to do with myself or just how to function. He always knew what I needed in Him, and His presence was enough.

He never pushed. He never made me feel guilty. I needed time to mourn and rest and I did just that in His presence. And He mourned with me, and that was enough. At some point I had to choose joy in my circumstance before I could really feel it again. But over time I did. And I’m really grateful.

It was about four months after my miscarriage that I found out I was pregnant again. This time with our second rainbow baby. We gave her the name Joy for her middle name and she fills our home everyday with just that.
Ok, and a little bit of sass, too.

Before I sign off, I thought it would be worth sharing a few practical things you could do for someone who’s grieving the loss of a pregnancy, stillborn, or infant.

Try to avoid asking: What can I do to help?
It puts a lot of pressure on the grieving mother to express a request or need when she may not have the capacity to do even that.

Instead, try these:

  • I’d like to bring you a coffee, what’s your order?
  • I’d like to drop off a meal for your family, which of these days works best for you?
  • I’d like to watch your kids for a few hours, what time of day do you prefer?
  • Drop off gift cards for groceries, restaurants, manicures, etc.
  • Flowers, if they like them
  • Chocolate, always
  • etc

*Frankly, this can apply to any scenarios where a loved one is grieving or just having a rough go.

**If you’re in a season of grief, and none of these appeal to you because you’d rather be left alone, then give yourself permission to say so when people get up in your business! I’m married to someone who wants his space when he’s going through a hard time, I’m the opposite! And both are totally fine.

Bonus tips!

I know I’ve been guilty of these myself. But my own experiences have made me more sensitive to these conversations. Learn from my mistakes!

  • Don’t comment on a woman’s weight fluctuation
    This should be painfully obvious, but weight gain does not always = baby!
    And weight loss isn’t always welcomed. A woman struggling with infertility may have suffered a loss.
    The stress and strain of conceiving can also cause weight fluctuation.
    It’s just a sensitive topic all around!
    Life hack: if you need to say something, tell her she smells good!
    You’re welcome.
  • Don’t ask a couple if they’re trying for a baby, or their second, or third, etc.
    You’re basically asking someone if they’re having unprotected sex.
    Is that really the conversation you want to have over Thanksgiving dinner aunt Berta? Let me answer that for you, NO IT IS NOT!
    If a couple wants to volunteer that information and is open to discussing it, then by all means… otherwise, you just don’t really know what struggle or pain you’re triggering in someone’s very intimate and personal relationship.
Signs of spring made the weight of loss a little lighter for me

If you’re reading this and grieving your own loss, my heart breaks for you and I’m really sorry for what you’re going through.
May you take comfort, as I did, in knowing that God sees you, loves you, and grieves with you.

From my experience, there’s no quick fix to healing from a loss. But allowing people into your journey makes it much less lonely. If you’d like to talk through any of this, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me. I’d love to hear from you!

Lastly, if you’d like to share your thoughts, comments, or questions, send me a message or comment below!