Some days I care. Some days I don’t. Some days I pretend I don’t care. Some days I think I should care more. Sounds normal, right? I wish it were more normal. If the house is messy, and by “messy,” I mean – anything other than perfect, and sometimes maybe even smelling like a dog, … Continue reading Messy house, who cares?
First, my dis-claim-er: This is not an attempt to justify or perpetuate. It’s an attempt to understand. Maybe with that – if we shift toward trying to understand why we do what we do, and stop condemning it while shamefully continuing it, we can peck our way out, back to screen-free freedom. Yes, this is … Continue reading Sneaking.
The last 2 weeks have been riddled with large and significant stresses. Messy gifts from the universe. In their wake(s), I am learning that no matter how much comes, I can handle it. I am capable. Might I sit down on the floor for a minute and spoon sunflower butter into my mouth while I … Continue reading Channel it, yo
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