With arms wide open, I open my door. The lights are on. Come, be in my tribe.
New mom, exhausted from an infant who doesn’t sleep and needing a rest. Come, knock on my door. I can hold her while you sleep; it’s nice and quiet in my guest room. I promise: this does get better even though it feels like it never will; I’ve been there. I want to help you. Come, be in my tribe.
Working mom, with the career of your dreams and fruit of your hard work, I know you sometimes feel rushed to get the kids after work. Let me pick them up for you and when you’re finished with the meeting, swing by and get them. Come, be in my tribe.Continue Reading