Why the Kids Really Need a Little Red Hen Mama

The grain mill whirs loud, crushing a stream of kernels. I stand in the kitchen by an open sack, grinding the wheat to bake the bread, to break the fasts. Since the beginning, since the dawn, this, the work of women, the feeding of children. The sun rises.

And I have to ask it straight out….

Why then do I feed my kids scraps off the floor?

Please read the rest of the story over at DaySpring today?

(Part 2 of Mother’s Day thoughts….)


Photos: Learning to be a Little Red Hen here…
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