Something I struggle with, something I’m working on really hard right now, is being less oppressive to my children. It only happens about twice a week, and is hidden in the joy and brightness of our more customary family style, sort of swept under the happy family rug. I am a very touch-oriented person. Hugs, … Continue reading Manhandling little hands.
One of those “moments” in parenting happened to me this morning…the ones you wait for quietly, all the while hoping they just won’t. I’ve wondered which ones will arrive, but it’s tough to imagine anything other than joy and wonder could ever land on either of my children. Knowing better, the minute I laid eyes … Continue reading Guts.
We need to stop wishing others were different, and start appreciating our differences. We can appreciate differences when we try to understand what good may come from them, rather than becoming distracted at how they may be harmful to our own way. Continue reading Growing up
Minuscule glimpses. Butter on the toast. Continue reading Absorbent Minds
I wrote this on Fri, the 11th of Jan 2013, in the wake of a very sad tragedy on the east coast, and feeling some of the edgy discomfort caused by things we can’t prevent, despite our best efforts, which unfortunately are wholly preventable. Healing, as well as helping others embark on this journey, is a worthy undertaking. The path … Continue reading Making it mean something.
Safeguarding love, protecting it in the hustle of life, and making it last is hard, especially when you have prickles, and I have prickles. When I don’t have prickles, I am more love than anyone might know what to do with. A deep and wide, potentially suffocating amount of love…deep as the ocean. I can float … Continue reading The problem with prickles
We had beautiful friends, old and new, over to our house to celebrate the solstice. The children were happy and fussy and everything children should be. The parents were happy and funny and everything parents should be. There was nothing about it that was not lovely. I am grateful, for my family, these people, and … Continue reading This little minute