Category: Parenting
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The Smiley Faces
“MOMMMMMM-A!!!”cried my wallowing six-year old, accompanied by her trademark stomp of dissatisfaction. “It’s doing MINUSES now …that’s too HARD….” For days, exasperated sighs and incorrect buzzers had drifted from the kitchen counter at breakfast. But every once in a while, I would hear a jubilant yell: “A smiley-face! I got a smiley face! I beat the teacher!…
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The Invisible Fire.
My little girl’s tears streamed onto my cheeks as she hugged me tight. Fearful that in the darkness of night our house would catch on fire, unreasonable emotion gripped her blotchy red face. Her pierced blue eyes searched mine for an answer …for comfort …for reassurance …all of which I was unqualified to promise her. The anxieties we answer…
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The Intentional Compliment
“I’m weird,” my girl sighed. “I don’t always feel like I fit in here.” I launched into the infamous “God made you perfect” speech through a lump in my throat …but I knew very well it wouldn’t single-handedly cure the eight-year-old aches. “It’s OK, Mom…I’m weird,” she continued, “it’s a good weird.” My daughter has the same potential…
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The Blue Table
Failure to control my kids’ exposure scares me, and lending it’s parameters up to the One who’s wise to the legit limit is the only way I manage to keep the wall up. The waxing and waning of what I’m supposed to hold to and let go of perplexes my parental instincts. Many voices weigh…
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The Weeds.
“DROP IT.” But she didn’t. Just as my daughters did when they were toddlers picking petunias, Cherry sprinted out one last burst of freedom, plant in tow. Between my kids, my dog, and my husband’s impatience for unsightly landscaping, my flowers can’t seem to catch a break. Every year, some of my flowers fall folly to my husband’s impatience…
Sunny&80 