My husband accepted his place in the cycle of life before I did. Prior to Wade I was never interested in children, and lacked respect for them as a people group (as funny as it sounds). I did not have … Continue reading
In prep for tomorrow’s post (Simplicity Killer: Self-pity) here is food for thought:
As I stood over Wade’s crib to say goodbye, I tried to not sob. I did not want to be that mom – the one who shares her tears of guilt with her child. (Those are not for a child … Continue reading
We all know (I hope) that life is not about what we accomplish. But the fact is, sometimes you just have to get things done. The trash must be emptied, the job must be worked, the meals must be prepared, … Continue reading
I talked to a friend on my way into work this morning. We shared our frustration for how quickly evenings pass, especially with young children. Even the basic tasks seem to take so much time – work, dinner, clean-up, play … Continue reading
As I race out of work to pick up Wade, thinking of dinner and my evening to do list, I wish it was easier. I have taken steps to simplify and stretch my evenings but I always long for more. … Continue reading
Toys make me break into a sweat. One turns to 2, turns to 20, turns to an entire floor lined with talking, primary-colored gadgets. It’s no secret I try to limit Wade’s toys and usually choose ones that are open-ended. … Continue reading
Today we make our way home – 2 car rides, 2 airports, 2 flights. As Brian said this morning, “you look forward to the trip for so long, and then it’s over.” How true. And how sad if I only … Continue reading
I usually become angst about 2 days into a vacation, already anticipating its end and the return to normalcy. Although I can attest no place has a bed as sweet as home. (Hat tip to the inventor of memory foam.) … Continue reading
We always meet great people (and dogs) in Seaside. The topography and layout of Seaside orients you toward community. There are exceptions, but most residents and visitors are ready to go beyond “hello” for a chat. Everyone seems to have … Continue reading
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