I have learned as a parent to not keep it to just picture books when reading to my children. I need the imagination to expand. They also learn a lot from you reading to them; it could be patience, it could be asking what certain words are so they can remember them there selves, or just that quality time they get with you in general. 

The books I’ve read to my children:

~ Edgar and Ellen Rare Beasts by Charles Ogden

Books I’ve read myself:

~ Twilight by Stephanie Meyer

I haven’t decided anymore if I am super tired and beat down with everything I’ve had to deal with from 23-26 years old or if there is something mentally going on the makes me feel like I should just give up on life. I’ve got those really good days rolling where, I go: “I got this, I can do this. I done this like a BOSS!” Then I got those days where I’m like: “Fuck this. Why do I even try?” Today is one of those days unfortunately. Side note: I’m still thankful for my husband and children. It just seems like a bunch of wasted energy on school, on trying to get a better job with a higher pay, or the endless bills. 

I think Thanksgiving is not just a day to spend with the family and to be thankful that they are still with you but to also be thankful and spend time with friends. The ones that were there for you no matter the occasion, or the friends that were there for you when your family couldn’t be. My children and husband are the biggest things I am grateful to have in my life but I also have my friends and family. Small things like food, shoes, clothing, and more. Big things like a vehicle, job, school, and breathing.