There are images from history books that stay with us: a group of women washing clothes together in the stream, a line of mothers walking with tall pitchers of well-water perched on their heads, babies wrapped tightly to their backs. Painting their faces and dancing around a fire. Gray haired women in rocking chairs sitting around a bucket shelling peas, shucking corn. Praying together, reading together, cooking together.
Living in a modern culture that builds walls and fences around our kitchens and laundry rooms can make motherhood feel intensely isolating. So we reach out to see ourselves in others, to extend our view and break past the walls we build. To spend time outside ourselves, for us, and most importantly, for our children.
Small Fry is a declaration to ourselves and to our boys that every moment with them is a gift and also a choice. A choice to let the magic of childhood find us, and to look for it in everything we do. That the world is ours and there is adventure around every corner. To make the daily decision to look past the things we did not check off the list, but focus on the simple things we can do to illuminate our lives. To let the hard moments, minutes, phases, heartaches come when they may, but not break our stride or our desire to live vibrantly.
We’ve been told this season of our lives is fleeting. What if we could say that we soaked it all in, let it envelope us, looked into those big beautiful eyes of our children every morning and said “let me show you something amazing today.”
Welcome to Small Fry.