HomeLife
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. - Annie Dillard
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What’s That?
After church Sunday I had to stop at the grocery store and I knew every little person in the car was hungry and that by the time we got home it would be later than our normal lunch time. No one likes that – right? And I didn’t feel like creating some great meal nor did I want to drive through a fast food place. (Maybe I’ll blog about my relationship with McDonald’s later.) The point here is …… I walked by the frozen pizza aisle and thought, “Yeah, that would work” and I bought a frozen pizza. It did feel like an out-of-the-ordinary purchase for me but I didn’t…
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Weeping May Occur
I wrote this when Mosely was but a younger lass, moving from her beloved crib to her big girl bed. When reading the Bible I often find certain verses that I think apply directly to my own children. Sometimes I chuckle to myself at the verse’s real intention and the intent I jokingly like to apply to it. “Whoever loves discipline loves knowledge but whoever hates discipline is stupid.” Sometimes I highlight the verse. Sometimes I get out a handy note card and print the verse and stick it to the fridge for all to enjoy and ponder. Recently I read a verse that I think maybe I should scrawl…
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Are You Happy?
I wrote this piece when London was a toddler. Enjoy. “Are you happy, Mommy?” It’s a question my two and a half year old daughter asks repeatedly throughout the day. I’m not sure where she first heard it or why it has stuck in her mind so. Who can explain the vast intricacies of the toddler mind? Who would even try? Even though I hear the question a multitude of times in any given day, it still makes me think with each utterance. “Are you happy, Mommy?” Well, the house smells like spilled milk and dirty diapers from you and your two younger siblings. But I guess I’m okay. There…
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It’s Official – I Am A Parent
This is an older piece from the early days ………… When was it that I officially became a parent? Was it when I adopted my first daughter? Was it when I gave birth to my second daughter? Or was it when I licked my finger and rubbed smeared banana off my then seven-year-old daughter’s chin? What about the time I used my pinky finger to dislodge a booger dangling from my infant daughter’s nostril? Did parenthood claim me that Saturday morning I found myself in the dressing room at a department store, sitting on the bench as the official coat hanger, taking the clothes off the hangers and re-hanging them…
