Fanning the fire midweek, we are tossing you a spontaneous quote, question, or conundrum related to Monday’s post. We invite you to riff on this prompt. Or, take a walk on the wild side, and share a story of wisdom, hilarity, or heartbreak to spark further conversation about the path of motherhood. This is a space to talk amongst ourselves—so gather round the hearth, warm your hands, and bare your soul.

As we walked into town on Monday, we passed the most fragrant rosebush.  It was dripping with roses–the luscious scent was my idea of heaven. I handed one to Oriah to smell—her first conscious rose experience.

oriah smells a rose

What do your children teach you to wonder at?