Little Brother dressed himself for bed the other night. Not an unusual thing, really. He is capable of it and he does it from time to time.
When he came downstairs, I said to him, “You’re all ready for bed. Great job buddy!” He was all smiles.
Then I asked, “Did you put your diaper on, too?” He sat down on the bottom step and said, “No, I have underwear on. I don’t need a diaper. I’m a big boy. Diapers are for babies. They don’t fit me now.” Continue reading
Linking up with Lisa-Jo over on her site today.
It’s Five Minute Friday. The word is here. Here’s how to play:
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back to Lisa-Jo’s post and invite others to join in.
3. And then, absolutely no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community...
When I think I am alone, God sends me a reminder.
When I think I have done wrong or could do better, God lets me know that I’m doing my best; that as long as I keep my heart open and bring love to the table, I’m doing good.
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Today, as I rushed through life, stressing about things that stress me out (pick from the pile; there are many things right now from which to choose), and fought with my husband over things that we shouldn’t be fighting about, and got annoyed with my kids for little things they did that slowed my frantic pace to the finish line, I looked for a reminder. I searched in the madness and the anger and the exhaustion for something that would tie up the loose ends of at least one part of my scattered self.
I found it here:
Positivity is something we can cultivate. If you walk around all day telling yourself you’re no good at something or berating yourself for the way you handled a situation earlier, you are going to believe that you are no good at that thing or that you didn’t handle that situation right.
This isn’t rocket science. We all know that we should speak kindly to others and to ourselves. But how many of us really, I mean really do it? Continue reading
Exhausted from a day of fun at an indoor amusement park, they sleep like little angels in the backseat on the way home.
It’s past dinner time and they are probably too full from ice cream and slushies to eat dinner anyway. But the day was good. Continue reading
Linking up with Lisa-Jo over on her site today.
It’s Five Minute Friday. The word is here. Here’s how to play:
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back to Lisa-Jo’s site and invite others to join in.
3. And then, absolutely no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community...
Missed deadlines at work. Late picking up your youngest at daycare. Late getting to the school to pick up your oldest. Construction on every road and highway you take. Rush hour traffic that behaves more like a shopping mall parking lot at Christmas. No time to stop at the grocery store for ingredients for dinner and no suitable food in the house with which to create at least a semi-healthy dinner for your family. Screaming kids in the backseat because they are hungry-thirsty-tired-bored-cranky-hot-cold, etc.
Sometimes, it really can be too much.
You just want to scream, I’VE HAD ENOUGH. I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! Continue reading
There are so many kinds of hugs.
The polite, pat-on-the-back type that closer acquaintances on their way to becoming friends exchange.
The warm hug of a mother and daughter.
The protective hug of a father and daughter.
The strong I-love-you-so-much-but-I-can’t-put-it-into-words hug of a father and son. Continue reading
