I love my husband. He works hard. Very hard. He has a vision for what he wants for our family, long term, that I’m grateful for. I’m so thankful. But it’s a tough gig being a climber. It’s a tough gig being the wife of a climber. It’s a tough gig being the kids of a climber.
One of the challenges is the frequent moving that comes with each rung grasped. When the kids were small it didn’t phase them. But now that the kids are entering in the teen waters, it gets harder. Continue reading
Christmas Countdown. Saw this today… and everyday the past 11 days. I think this is the retailer’s version of robbing me at gunpoint. They just substitute things to make me enjoy it. Instead of a gun, a chubby Santa. Instead of bullets, emotions. And I smile while handing it over. Clever retailer, clever…
Our children have much power in holding our hearts. We give it to them freely piece by piece as they grow up. They smile, we give pieces of our heart. They laugh, we give pieces of our heart. They say their first word, take their first step, present us with handmade art… Piece by piece, bit by bit, we give it and so it goes…
I never realized the weight of such giving. Until I found myself toe to toe, nose to nose, with a younger version of meContinue reading
I took my son out on a mom/son date night. We went out to eat, walked around some shops, grabbed some coffee, and then went for a drive. We talked for hours about all sorts of things. The conversation shifted toward the end of the night towards Church, when my 12 year old son shared his own insight on it… The conversation went like this… Continue reading
There comes a time in every child’s life when it is necessary for them to sit down with their parent(s) & have “the talk”… Yes about “where babies come from”.
For my older daughter the time had come. I planned it well. I put my younger daughter down for a nap. Sat my beautiful, older, daughter down and we discussed the ins and outs of just how, who, what, and why of all things baby. It could not have gone better. She asked questions, I answered honestly. We laughed. We hugged. It was perfect.
“Would you rather have armpit hair so long it reached to your toes… but you could braid it and you always smelled good… or normal length armpit hair but you always have terrible body odor? “… and so begins our Mommy/Kids date night!
I am always looking for ways to create fun memories with my kids… ones that they will think about long after I’m goneContinue reading