My children’s virtue is a good aim. When my children’s virtue is about making me look good, I am in the wrong. From this posture I wrote, but with mixed and confusing motives. I could feel but not pinpoint them. I see there can be a heart that is proud of being broken, a heart that looks at the proud people and is so glad it is not like them.
You will gain the ability to predict pain, misunderstanding, and offense. You will know when the people you love are about to get hurt, and you will be able to move the earth to prevent it. You will sense it coming. You will become the Great Defender, the diffuser of dangerous situations.
They will place you on red alert for years without a break. They will put the rest of your life on hold, and your marriage first on autopilot and then on dangerous ground as you and your husband disagree about methods and priorities. They will fail to predict consequences and rearrange their behaviors accordingly; they will not learn what you teach them…
1. On the first day of vacation, My child said to me Mom, there’s cat poop all over the porch. 2. On the first day of vacation, My child said to me I thought it was just leaves and There’s cat poop all over the porch. 3. On the first day of vacation, My […]
I wrote about Heinz Gaugel, German artist by way of Holmes County, and his daughter and great-granddaughter showed up to leave a comment. I wrote about Anthony Kleem, painter of our favorite puzzles, and he stopped by the blog to say hello. At that point, I decided I would write only about people I admire. […]
Confession: I remember why I love and hate summer. This one is, as usual, an even mix of peaceful and chaotic. My roses are blooming, their enchanted petals slick with rain and glory. My children are home, and we have a break from all external worries like math and friendships. But someone is always talking, usually at high […]
How many of us do you think will have the chance to speak timely words to a mother dithering on the edge of her pro-life / pro-choice decision? One in a hundred? Less than that? I cannot tell. But I know this: Every day, my words and actions to everyone around me vote for life […]
It seems that posting even twice a week will be over my head at times. I will write when I can. “Just enough to stay sane,” a wise friend told me, and I will be taking her advice. It will help if both you and I forget about my little Mondays and Fridays idea. Pretend […]
Confession: I was feeling all Mother Teresa about myself this summer for loving and sheltering a flock of needy children, until I realized that I was harassing my sons into turning their socks right side out before tossing them in the laundry so I didn’t have to touch the sweat and dirt. That was my […]
Confession: Nowadays, my biggest mothering challenge seems to be saying “What?” so many times. “Hey Mom.” “What?” “Guess what?” “What?” “Do you know what happened today?” “What?” “Um… I forget what I was saying.” “WHAT??!?!” Okay, there might be a few bigger challenges, like sibling rivalries, preadolescent attitudes, and foster bye-byes. But my point is […]