Clapping and Crying with all the other MomsLeave a replyI always weep at endings.The end of the school year slays me every time.More than any other ending, it marks time for me. The slash on the calendar is dark blood red. This ending has been earned. Yet I don’t want it....more
Just be you.That’s the advice my friend used to give me when I would go off on a tangent trying to fix myself and figure out my calling and when I wonder about why I was here and what I should do and what other people think of me.I used to think he was just trying to get me to stop talking but now I realize it is really good advice.This came up again today when I was sharing a story with some friends....more
I woke up this morning with a pit in my stomach.School is starting and I had a dream that I couldn’t find all the forms I needed to turn in for registration.It’s the grown up take on a childhood nightmare. You are late. You missed the test. You failed.Oh how we run from failure our whole lives…don’t we?It starts early. It begins in school when we start getting report cards…when we start getting graded on our performance....more
Last year I wrote a post on the first day of high school for my daughter. We survived the first year. So of course there are new things I hope for her and for my other kids which we can get to later. Today, I’m posting the letter again in case you missed it or in case you have a child beginning high school this year. It was from my heart and every word still holds true. I think it’s a good way to start....more
I love yoga. I’ve been practicing for a long time. I’m not even really sure how long…maybe 8 years? I’m being trained to teach and I’m finishing up my certification in April. So last night, I’m with my husband and another couple. They are dear, dear friends who have been a constant, reliable, supportive part of our lives for 15 years or so. I love them. I just want to say, I love them and I love my husband. I want to put that out there before I really lay into them.
Lord, I’m thinking of my kids today and I want to thank you for the small stuff.For the way they smelled as babies. For the way it felt to hold them while they slept…for their tiny hands and feet and for their vulnerability and their trust.Thank you for being there when I brought my oldest daughter home and had no idea what to do. For the way we muddled through together, making it up as we went along, knowing that love and some food and some rest would sustain us. Thanks for the time to linger and just stare at her in wonder and awe....more