An Easier Life – #10Thankful
Life is hard. My daughter tells me of things she thinks are hard: Homework, carrying a heavy school bag, and waking up early for school are hard. Sometimes math is hard or getting along with other kids. She’s right; those things are hard. We talk about why they are hard and how to make them more bearable or…
A Sense of Home – #10Thankful
I’ve been thinking a lot about home lately. Kristi’s Finish the Sentence Friday prompt this week was “when it comes to home…” So, naturally, I spent time thinking about the idea of home. And while I procrastinated pondered, I took a look at the things I had saved for my #10Thankful post last this week. Many were simple…
Forgotten
I’ve forgotten how closely she watches me. Sometimes it’s difficult to remember when she’s engrossed in a book or staring at a movie. It’s difficult to remember when she’s hunched over her Legos, brows furrowed as she figures out the best combination of bricks to make the structure she sees in her mind take shape in this…
#10Thankful – Cycles and Seasons
If one thing is certain in life, it is cycles. Seasons come and go, night turns surely to morning, and years pass more quickly than we might hope. It’s hard not to see this time of year as an end. It is the end of summer, the end of sleeping in and staying up late,…
#10Thankful – Standing in Motion
I believe I am standing in motion. I worked on a thousand things all week, produced results, and yet I somehow feel as though I have accomplished little because none of my projects can be moved to the “finished” list. But maybe finished does not always equal successful (or vice versa) and just being in process is quite a good thing…
#10Thankful – A Heavy Heart
It has been a week of such sadness. I’m sure most of you know of the terribly sad and tragic headlines that have filled our news feeds this week. My heart is also heavy for people in my life who are grieving the loss of family and beloved companions, people who are struggling with illness,…
#10Thankful – Another Year Older
So my blog and I both had birthdays this week. My blog is four years old. Imagine that. And me? Well, I’m four and then some. Birthdays have a way of prompting retrospection, don’t they. At least for me. I often find myself reflective around birthdays – take time to consider where I’ve been, where…
A Thousand Rebirths
I’ve been born a thousand times. The first time, the most obvious, was my physical birth. On the night I was born, my Mom sat at her parents’ kitchen table and played cards until 1:00 AM before heading for the hospital; I was born forty minutes later. I wish I could tell you I am as expedient…