Last night a group of boy mamas got together to pack our kids care packages before we send them off to camp in one short week. Instead of all the mamas stressing, shopping and packing alone, we joined forces . We laughed so hard we cried, more than once, about how the boys will never remember that their mamas sent them slingshot chickens in their care packages. But we worked hard the entire time knocking out 51 total packages.
This picture, and the current state of my nails, reminds me of an old country song I used to sing growing up.
I remember daddy’s hands folded silently in prayer
And reachin’ out to hold me, when I had a nightmare
You could read quite a story in the callous’ and lines
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind
I remember daddy’s hands how they held my mama tight
And patted my back …