Beauty is ours to define

beauty“There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me, that is the true essence of beauty.” ― Steve Maraboli

I received a really interesting email today. Somewhere in the middle of the mentioned email, this man writing it said: “If you got a boob job, you would LITERALLY be the perfect woman!!!”

This was my response:

I worked this body hard with my dad as a kid to help feed my family. I’ve cared for and loved many people with this these hands, this heart, this body. I’ve carried, delivered, and fed three amazing human beings with this body. I’ve danced, and kissed the earth with these bare calloused feet. I’ve cut and scrapped myself climbing trees and playing in the mud with my kids. I’ve scarred myself trying to create a sustainable farm for my babies to grow up on. I have wrinkles in my forehead from endlessly reading into the night under the the limited highway lights during my years living on the road as a kid. My body has gone without and has not been pampered, but it is strong and I am grateful for that. My eyelids droop a little from having gone many sleepless nights up with sick babies, friends, dying loved ones, and animals who were injured. This body has been pushed passed it’s limits trying to keep up with my mind that has spun for days on end without sleep because it couldn’t rest until I had learned everything it could on a new topic. This body has traveled and made many amazing memories in it’s short time here. I’ve sweated and baked in the sun to care for the earth and give love to my plants and animals. I have wrinkles, scars and beautiful imperfections because I’ve laughed, cried, traveled, worked and loved hard in this body. I’m proud of the memories I’ve made in this shell, and I’m not fond of the idea of allowing this body to be cut and altered to fit into someone else’s idea of what beauty looks like. I am “perfect” just the way I am.

With love,

Brooke’s Soul

Funny thing is, I wasn’t the slightest bit offended because I fucking love my body. It did set me to thinking though. It made me think about our cultures perception of beauty and perfection.

I am sad for the son, that this is the message he will struggle to reject.  I’m sad for my girls that this is the mindset they will have to stand against.

Listen! I believe we are innately better than this!

Let’s take back the image of beauty that’s been taken from us. Media and the beauty industry have successfully twisted, distorted, and altered the image of beauty at our expense, and then sold it back to us.

Beauty is ours to define!

Take back your right to define what beauty looks like for you.

#rawbeauty

 ~Brooke Hampton

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Love’s Handmaiden

I am 33 and I feel like I am only just beginning to see and understand what unconditional love is really capable of.

I watched too many Disney movies as a kid and read a few too many Jane Austen novels and I think it really fucked up my idea of what love is “supposed” to look like.

I’ve been thinking, writing and talking about love a lot lately and I’ve decided that I am called to be Love’s handmaiden

I now work directly for the Love itself.

loves handmaidenI am here on this planet to love whoever I am assigned to with everything I have.

Someone recently asked me what I believe in. The answer came so quick and rang to true as it left my lips,

“I believe in love” 

I believe that love is our only real magic.

I believe the ability to give and receive unconditional LOVE is our greatest gift.

I used to feel so much guilt around loving multiple people because I had been taught that our hearts are only given away once to our one true love. That story no longer resonates with me.

I want to give my love freely- free of bullshit, agendas, contracts, conditions and fear. Truly allowing myself to love who Love commands me to love.

Some of you might be reading this and saying to yourself: “Is she saying we should walk away from all our commitments and join a hippie commune so we can make-love to anyone we feel like, whenever we feel like it”

As good as that actually sounds to me, No. That’s not at all what I’m saying. It’s strange to me that when you give someone a long heartfelt hug or hold a friends hand people are so quick to assume that you want to have sex with them. In this sex crazed culture we’re living in, it could benefit us all to exercise other (even more powerful) forms of showing and sharing our love with each other.

Sex is good medicine, but it’s not always the right medicine.

Our hearts have more love to give than we give them credit for. Our hearts are vast and beautiful and filled to the brim with endless supplies of healing love magic. They just need a little freedom so they can do the work set out for them.

Our hearts need freedom to love.

My heart needs freedom to love in all the many forms gifted to us. Freedom to reach out and grab a friends hand or hug a stranger without my motives being questioned. Freedom to love organically as if I’d never been told how or where or when I was “supposed” to love.

I am searching out the the courage to break down the walls around my heart and love the way my instincts are telling me to love.

My Love Mantra: I am Love’s handmaiden. I work directly for Love itself. I am called to love however my heart commands me to love. Love flows through me freely and in many different forms. I am the daughter, the mother, the sister, the friend, the lover of love. I came here to give my love freely and without condition.

I am Love.

With freedom and unconditional love,

Love’s Handmaiden

 

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Kitchen Beauty

Kitchen Beauty tricks

I traveled with a friend recently and she said to me:

“Did everything in your bath/beauty bag come from your kitchen?”

I hadn’t ever thought about it before, but yes, almost everything I use to care for my body can be found in the kitchen or garden.

Here’s a list of everything you’d find in my bath bag and what they are used for. I don’t know if I’m qualified to share beauty secrets, but you might find some of these tricks useful.

kitchen beauty 2Raw organic cacao butter love lotion with Shea Butter for Sunscreen: my mama makes the most amazing raw, organic (edible) lotion that smells and tastes like chocolate and feels like heaven. It’s the only lotion I use- face, body etc.

Baking soda: mouth and bath

Lime: I don’t really need deodorant as long as I’m eating well. Sometimes in the middle of the hot Texas summers if I’m going to be outside working all day I use lime as deodorant. It works really well for me.

Coconut oil:  good for all kinds of things- oil pulling, eye care, ears, yoni…its a must have for the bath bag
Thieves oil teeth: throat, dreads, cleaning my tooth brush and for my cedar necklace
Frankincense: one my favorite smells in the world -it’s my “perfume” Something about frankincense helps me reconnect to myself. It has a special hold on me.

Gold Lip Gloss: I have one gold lip balm from Living Libations that I love. It’s the only make-up I own :) Nadine from Libations has created beautiful line of natural body care. Her product have the purest ingredients and are made with the best energy EVER!! Random note: The Yoni Serum from Living libations is divine.

Activated charcoal: teeth whitener

Nail clippers: my nails are strong, healthy and grow quickly in a naturally lovely shape, but I keep them trim because I spend so much time in the garden and making remedies that having long nails is a giant pain in the ass for me

Tweezers: I love Frida, but would prefer not to sport her eyebrows ;)

Razor: I totally respect my wild Goddess friends who enjoy going au naturel, but I enjoy the feeling of smooth soft legs- I actually don’t sleep well when my legs haven’t been shaved..ha ha! I’m weird
Aloe: wonderful for your skin! Also great treatment for dreads. I buy tubes of pure aloe when I’m going out of town, but otherwise I use my own homegrown aloe.

Raw honey: I use honey to scrub my face and body. It’s good for a number of different things.

Spring water: Whenever I am blessed with an opportunity to be near living water (hard to come by where I am) I take advantage of it. Dance in it. Swim in it. Drink it. Soak in it.

raw beauty ddSunlight, Moonlight and Sex: My anti-Wrinkle treatment. Sunlight especially the first and last 5 minutes of the day, dancing under the light of the full moon and good sex calm my mind, body and spirit therefore preventing premature wrinkles.

Recommended amount of said anti-wrinkle cream: As much and as often as possible!!!

Everything else I use can be found in my gardens. Rosemary, lavender, chamomile, nettles  to make tea for my dreads.  Rose and other lovely herbs for Yoni steams, comfrey for wound care and other magical herb friends for bathing in.

That’s it. Pretty Simple really. #kitchenbeauty

 We’ve been fed a load of bullshit in the beauty department if you ask me. I tossed our cultures programmed idea of what beauty should look like years ago. I tossed it because personally I think that aging gracefully with the help of nature and raw-authentic-natural beauty are the sexiest damn things ever.

Kitchen beauty baby! Bringing it back!

~Brooke Hampton

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The Amazement of the Gods

What is love?

What does true, authentic love look like to you? 

 Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia, has a description of love, and to the right of that description is a painting of Romeo and Juliet.

shakespeareArchetypal lovers Romeo and Juliet portrayed by Frank Dicksee

Archetypal lovers Romeo and Juliet portrayed by Frank Dicksee

A twisted mix of obsession, lust and tragedy. Is that was love is supposed to look like?

This has me thinking about love and how it relates to me and my children. I went back and read the thoughts of some of my favorite Greek philosophers. Their thoughts on love resonate with me.

Socrates believed that true love was our access to the divine.

Plato spoke of love being the wonder of the Gods.

That doesn’t match up with what’s being told of love and just like with anything else in my life, this thought has forced me to ask myself this question:

What is love and what do I want to use it for?

I believe that true, authentic love inspires mind and soul and directs our attention to our divinity.

I believe that true, authentic love inspires mind and soul and directs our attention to our divinity.

Love should NOT be our distraction, but our inspiration.

The image of love has been distorted over the ages and fucked over in the most epic ways by romance novels, movies, media stories, Hollywood, plays, Disney, etc. All made and delivered with the intention of stirring human emotion, not to tell the true story of love, but to sell their story.

My children are being brought up in the age of Taylor Swift love songs. That should say it all. I can’t shield them completely and I wouldn’t want to even if I could. But we can talk openly about the messages we are getting from media, romance novels, etc. Hopefully this open dialog will discourage them from buying into the popular notion that it’s acceptable to spend their precious youth searching for a Romeo and Juliet kind of love and their old age trying to hold onto it. I want to help them connect with what they are capable of. Are they capable of great romance, of course. Passion, hell yes (they are my children after all ;). But I want them to really grasp how incredibly powerful their love is and all the different ways it can be used.

Love is our power. Love is what will change the course of the future and what will bring real and lasting peace. Love can inspire and drive us forward. Love gives us courage. Love is our magic and it should be used and given wisely.

Love has many impostures who have been portrayed brilliantly and convincingly throughout history.

love everything

I am here to love, not just one man or woman, but to love all that exists. To be a vessel of authentic love in its purest form.

I am here to love and be loved. To use my love to change and be changed. I did not come here to get wrapped up in a Disney fantasy or spend my life hunting my Romeo. ✨

I want to retell the story of authentic love.

A love full of beauty, purity, magic and courage.

I want to make and create love that can once again be the amazement of the Gods.

~Brooke Hampton

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Get Stoned

Crystal healing.

I am new to my relationship building with the healing powers of crystals and stones. I know, not very hippie of me, huh? ha!

crystal goddesssI was searching for ways to protect the kids and myself from the constant influx of EMFs. What are EMFs: I’m not an expert, but from what I gather emfs are electromagnetic fields- invisible lines of force that emanate from electrical and or wireless devices. Anyhow- my intuition tells me that they may not be the best ever for us.

In my recent quest to find ways to  protect my family against EMFs I stumbled across a few articles about how crystals could be helpful. Among the vast healing properties of crystals, all of which were new to me, I found that they were also helpful in protecting us against electromagnetic pollution. By following that rabbit hole I discovered that by putting two quartz crystals together you could potentially create a force field around ourselves that could lesson the damage of the negative energy we are constantly being exposed to. Is this sounding too much like something you’d hear in Star wars? I understand if it’s a little out there for you, but you may just want to give it a try and see if it makes any difference in the energy of your household. It calms me down, but it could be the placebo affect created by my belief that it would. Either way, it’s helping! Some people aren’t as affected by electronics and negative energy, I however am very much affected. Being barefoot on the earth is hands down the best remedy for me, but that isn’t always possible. Besides usually when we are using electronics we are inside not outside. Grounding mats are wonderful too, but we can’t have them with us at all times.

I found wired and stoned and had them make me a necklace. A necklace that they wrapped beautifully. It’s a large quartz crystal wired together with aqua aura -(helps open up and protect the throat chakra. Giving us the ability to speak our truth with courage and compassion) I wear my necklace almost every day and when I don’t have it on it’s hanging next to my bed while I sleep.

stoned ddIsn’t she a beauty?

You could get a beautiful pre-made or custom necklace from getwiredandstoned.com – they have a beautiful selection of stones and crystals. But they have recently started a course that can help you learn how to create your own crystal jewelry. If you have several people you’d like to get them for then this might be a fun option for you. We homeschool and I was thinking this would be a neat thing for us to learn together.

Here’s a coupon that can be used for $5 off their class/crystal wrapping club.

GETSTONED

get stoned 2Click HERE to find out more about the Wired and Stoned Class. Don’t forget to use coupon code GETSTONED at check out for 5 dollars off.

Crystals have a wonderful grounding effect for our crew and and I’m excited about getting to know them better and learning how to create beautiful jewelry and decor with these precious healing gifts from our Earth Mother.

Would you like to join me?

Let’s get stoned!

~Brooke Hampton

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Eat the forbidden fruit

Have you ever played the card game “bullshit”? It’s also called “cheat” in Britain.

The aim is to get rid of all your cards by playing them to a discard pile. Cards are played face down, giving players the option to lie about the cards they are playing. If the lie is exposed, they must pick up the pile. Any player who suspects that the card(s) discarded by a player do not match the rank called can challenge the play by calling “Cheat!”, or “Bullshit!”.

Recently, my lover’s mother called me “Eve”, accusing me of corrupting her son. I was genuinely curious about the root of her accusation, so I decided to read Genesis and try to understand where she was coming from.

What I found shocked me.

“Of course you will not die,” said the serpent, “for God knows that, as soon as you eat it, your eyes will be opened and you will be like God himself, knowing both good and evil.”

And Eve, seeing that the fruit was “desirable for the knowledge it could give,” picked some and ate it and then gave some to her husband, and he ate it too (Gen. 3:4-5).

As her punishment she was then cursed.

“I shall give you great labor in childbearing; with labor you will bear children. You will desire your husband, but he will be your master” (Gen. 3:16).

I’m calling “BULLSHIT” on this story.

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Adam and Eve, about 1701-1704

Antonio Molinari
Italian, Venice (1655-1704) 

I have been called Eve. I have been called a Harlot. I have been called a Witch.

It makes me wonder where these labels stem from. We know who the original Eve was, but who was the original Witch? Who was the original Harlot? Do all of these labels stem from stories similar to the story of Adam and Eve?

Throughout history we have brutally murdered thousands of so called Eve’s, Harlots and Witches. I think that if we were able to get an exact count, our hearts would bleed with sorrow. With these beautiful souls died wisdom, beauty, bravery, truth, herbal remedies, natural law, midwifery and love.

witches

Women have been shunned, shamed and hushed for long enough.

This infuriates me and then when that fades I am just sad, sad that we have bought into this story for so long. Sad that we have been lead so far from the truth. Sad that we have accepted these stories that tell women that they are somehow innately evil, sinfully seductive, cursed and worst of all, somehow inferior to the men in their lives.

I am a woman and this is what I say: If brewing home remedies, connecting with nature, loving my plants and working my personal magic makes me a witch then dammit, I’m a witch and I’m proud of it!!
If craving knowledge makes me like Eve, then I will wear that badge with honor.
If being in touch with my wild sexual goddess makes me a harlot, then so be it.
I will follow my instincts and do what my heart commands. I despise labels, but the world seems so keen on giving them. So, give me whatever label you see fit, and I will wear it with pride.

Why do we fear knowledge? Why are we scared of change? What makes us want to slip into the comfort of following the group? Why are women discouraged from leading? Why are we ashamed of our sexuality? Why are we scared of childbirth? Why do we dread our moon cycles? Why are we so afraid to question the status quo?

I am by no means blaming this all on the Bible, but I think it’s time we ask ourselves where these programs and fears are coming from. Movies, stories, media, text books, religion, etc… ask yourself where your belief systems are stemming from. Question it all.

Dig deep! Eat the forbidden fruit of knowledge and open your eyes.

~Brooke Hampton

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Juil

juil shoesWhen I’m not barefoot, I’m wearing my Juils (sounds like a Dos Equis commercial..ha!)

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 Juil has some really good coupons from time to time.

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Touch the earth and let it touch you

~Barefoot Mama

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Porn and Prozac

What’s keeping you from following your heart?

What’s keeping you from making the changes you feel are necessary for your personal growth and evolution?

What are you afraid of…

Not being accepted? Being judged? Not being loved? Lack of security? Change? The unknown? Damnation maybe?

Being concerned about the people around you is honorable. Realizing that life is all about  more than just you is wise. However, stuffing your passions, hiding from your purpose, and running from your truth will kill you.

This line from Hamlet says it best: “To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man [or woman].” 

Doing what is best for you, while being brave enough to be honest about it, is the truest form of love.

Can we all please come out of the fucking closet already.

Generations of people being forced to hide from their truth has led us to an age of self-medication and addiction. We are all surrounded by unhealthy and depressed humans who, if asked, probably couldn’t tell you what they want or who they really are. Do you think it’s because they really don’t know, or because they’ve been told that it’s not safe or acceptable to let that person be seen? We are living in a world where porn and prozac are now considered acceptable treatments for taming our wild nature.

wild me

I think the only solution to this problem is to question EVERYTHING. Look at what you’ve been taught and what you’ve seen and allow yourself to question if any of it is even real. Look at the world you’ve created and ask yourself: “Is this the life I want?” If the answer is not “yes, yes and yes”, then be brave enough to change it!

“The function of imagination is not to make the strange settled, so much as to make the settled strange” ~G.K. Chesterton 

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Let us find what is real.

Let us search for the truth on the other side of the stories we have running in our heads. Let us long to experience life as it really is, underneath our belief systems and programming.

You are a wild, feeling, intuitive, brave, connected and sensual human being.

Don’t let fear tame you!

~Barefoot Mama

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Give your children a voice

“Mom, I love you. I see that you are trying to help me out here, but take a look in the mirror. You do the same thing.” ~N, Age 9

So, I am faced with a choice. Get mad at her honesty or admit that she’s right. So I take a deep breath, swallow my pride and my programming that’s telling me how I should react and I say:

“You’re right! Why don’t we work on that together. We can keep each other accountable and see if we can both break that habit.”

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Are your kids really being disrespectful, or just truthful and you don’t want to hear it?

Before I correct my kids, I have to ask myself if it’s only bothering me because it’s the truth. A lot of times I realize the only reason I want to correct them is because I don’t think kids should correct adults, but that’s the biggest crock of shit ever. It’s a lie I was sold by society and from watching too many John Wayne movies as a kid. Ha!

Kids are honest and they see things more clearly than adults. We desperately need their input, their insight, and their honesty. Giving the children a voice allows us a unique opportunity to see things that may have otherwise gone unnoticed.

Want to grow and become a better person??? Then give the kids in your life freedom to say what they actually see. Give them a safe space to speak their truth, and you will discover a lot about yourself and the world you have created. 

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Definition of sassy: 1. Lively, bold, and full of spirit.

I will offer my kids correction and instruction when they are being disrespectful or are using their words to be hurtful or unkind. But pure, independent, outspoken, honest  sassiness is honored in this house.

Giving the children in this home a voice allows me to see who they really are. It’s a window to see what’s really going on in that little heart of theirs. It helps me see the areas where we can improve, places where they need a little instruction or help, areas where their heart may have hardened towards a person or a situation and is in need of softening.

I see it all the time, kids who are respectful and sweet when there are adults present and then as soon as they think no one is watching they are making fun of the other kids, lying and do spiteful things just for the sake of it. Why do you think that is? I think it’s because at some point they decided it wasn’t safe to show adults who they really were. Does that mean they became a better person? No. It just means they learned how to hide who they really are and only show the parts of themselves that they think people want to see.

Have you ever seen an interview with a parent after their kid commits some kind of horrible crime? Not always, but usually the story goes something like this:

“I never saw that side of them. I didn’t see this coming.”

It makes me wonder what kind of communication was happening in that home.

Authentic communication is hard and it requires treating our children as equals. It requires allowing them to be different than us, to have different opinions and to say the things they are really thinking, even if we don’t always agree. It requires allowing them to be who they really are without shaming them or judging who that person is.

I want to know who my kids really are. I want them to feel free to say whatever random and potentially inappropriate thing is on their mind. I want them to have a voice in this house, and I want to be brave enough to hear what that voice is saying. 

~Brooke Hampton 

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my kid is a brat

My kid is a brat and I don’t know what to do about it.

In an effort to show our love and to make ourselves appear happy and successful, we are creating a society full of spoiled brats. Children who are lazy, overstimulated, ungrateful and greedy.

spoiled bratHow I came to this conclusion

On the road again: When I was 10 my dad lost his business and as a result we lost our beautiful home in the Hamptons. In less than a year I went from living 10 minutes from the Ocean, attending one of the most amazing schools in the country, having two Austrian nannies catering to me, a swimming pool and anything and everything my little heart desired, to living in a 17 foot travel trailer with a whole lot of nothing.

childhoodMy sister and me 1991

We lived on the road for over 7 years. We went from having very little to having nothing to having very little and then back to having nothing over the course of that 7 years. I remember being hurt and angry for the first year or so, but over time I found that I was happier. My happiness was no longer wrapped up in whether I had the newest styles like my friends or what kind of extravagant birthday party I was going to have next. My happiness was being found in new and more meaningful things. I found joy in reading, meeting new people and discovering new places. I was entertained and amazed by all kinds of little things that I would never have noticed before.

me hamptonsWhatever Dad was doing to make money at the time, whether is was selling t-shirts on the side of the road, doing wild west reenactments (I always got to play Annie Oakley:), concession stands at fairs, construction, washing cars..etc I was his right hand girl. It wasn’t ideal, but I learned how to work when I didn’t feel like it, how to be dependable and how to deal with people.

peruPeru 1998

When I was 16 I raised enough money and moved to Peru for a year. I was not your average 16 year old and so my parents agreed to let me go. So while other girls were going on their first dates and learning how to do their makeup, I was hanging out in the mountains of Peru.

The age of the stepford wife: When my first child was born in 2004, something happened and suddenly I had this urge to have things. The love I felt for her was like nothing I had ever felt before. I wanted to give her all the material things I had lacked for the past 12 years of my life. I wanted to fill her life with the absolute best of everything. I didn’t want her to ever have to walk in to a food bank, wash cars in the freezing cold or take hand-me-down clothes that were 4 sizes too big. I wanted her to have anything and everything her little heart desired. I wanted her to take every class and go to every fun kids’ event within driving distance. I wanted her to take dance, gymnastics and any other thing she showed interest in. I was on a mission to make her childhood amazing. Billy and I both worked really hard and Niyah was given everything and then some. She was such a precious little baby and I just knew she was going to be better off having had all of these amazing things.

A day of reckoning: It was a Tuesday in the fall, I remember it so clearly. I was getting Niyah and Alayna ready for a fun day out in town. I had a host of things planned for them. I was trying to get the house ready to be cleaned while we were out. Niyah was 4 (almost 5) at the time and I asked her to pick up her clothes before the cleaning lady arrived. She looked right at me and said, “Why? That’s not my job, that’s ______ job”. It it hit me like a truck. I felt like my whole life came to a screeching halt.

A season of change: What had I done? I dropped what was in my hand and sat on the floor next to her. I didn’t get mad, I just said “I’m so sorry.” I was apologizing to her, to the universe and to myself for having let this happen. I had been ignoring all of the little things..fits when I would say no, not being grateful when she received a new gift, not valuing her things, never having enough, lying to get what she wanted. It was right there in front of me, but I didn’t want to see it. My kid was turning into a little brat and I was 100% responsible! For over a year I had been telling myself that this was normal behavior and that she would grow out of it because I just didn’t want to see the truth. I didn’t want to see that all of my hard work to make everything perfect, all of my love in the form of gifts, all of the running around to make sure she got to do every fun thing available was actually hurting her.

A new day: I knew how to change it, but I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Taking things away, putting her on a budget, simplifying, getting her more involved with chores, not giving in when she cried for things she wanted, learning to say no and stick with it, exposing her to poverty so that she could begin to appreciate all that she was blessed with. The other big challenge I faced was finding ways to entertain her without a thousand talking plastic toys and games to help me. None of those things were easy, but they were necessary and we loved her enough to do it.

Note: we did not do anything overly drastic. I wrote down the change we wanted to see in our household over the next 12 month period. All of our decision and actions from that moment forward were based on our ultimate goal. A goal to simplify the kids lives, leaving them more room for their imaginations to go to work and their hearts to grow with wonder for the natural world around them.

b22The other day our middle child said:

A: “Dad makes really good money, doesn’t he?”

Me: “Yes. Why?”

A: “If we have all that money then why didn’t we move into a bigger house and why do we shop at goodwill and stuff?”

Me: “Because we love you that much!”

At this point in our life, we have the means to give them almost anything their little minds could dream up, but just because we can, doesn’t mean we should.

We have found other ways to show our love…we craft, paint, go on walks, read, meditate, work on our farm, garden, do puzzles, talk, play board games and cards (Texas hold ‘em ha ha), dance, drum, write stories and poetry….all things that cost nothing.

We love them enough to give them less.

Fewer material things and more of our time.

~Barefoot mama

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