Tag: daughters
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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 Heart Cloud
The habit of holding on prevents our stumble down the stairs, but falling is not failing. “Mmmmmmmmoooooommmmmmmm,” Brianne wailed, through broken breaths of crying…”Oooooowwwwwwweeeeee.” Happens at least once a week. One of them falls down the stairs, and I’m greeted by Brianne’s cry of shock, or Lo running to me out of breath and holding…
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…the other side.
Ahhh, the beginning of Track season. 32 degrees, but the sun was out and the wind was dead. “Shorts and T-Shirt” weather, as one of our brightest observed. My view of the track has always been linked closely with pain…and joy…and hurt…and triumph…and nausea…and pride…and…well, you get the picture. From the other side of the…
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