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The Right Way To Build a Family - In 12 Million Easy Steps (W&F IV)

This post has taken me longer to write than I expected. I started, but it very quickly became a rant. It rambled; it griped; it wasn't something I was proud of. So I scrapped it and waited a few days, and here's what I've got now:


I don't have a recipe for building the perfect family. I don't believe in how-to guides for life, or one-size-fits-all solutions.

I'm quite opposed to the idea that such a thing could or should be possible.

There are simply too many variables. There are too many stories.



It's as simple as that. Build your family in the way that makes sense, fits your life. Invest in them. Love them.

I know many of you are doing this, in a myriad of ways....

So. Based on the overwhelming kind response to my last post, and this firm belief that sharing our stories is one of the best ways we can help each other learn, I'd like to invite you to send me your stories around family, family-building, child-bearing, not-child-bearing, or a related topic.

I have 2 more posts planned, and then I'll share your stories.

I'll make them all anonymous (unless you specifically ask for your name to be shared), and I'll edit them for length and clarity. So please, share away! You can message me on Facebook, email me, and if you don't know how to reach me in either of those ways, leave a comment here and I'll connect with you :)

Sound good? Let's do it.

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