In the wee hours of the morning, I awaken to the sound of gentle breathing in my home. Children sleeping soundly, snuggled warm in their blankets, safe against the life that awaits. All, but three. My son-in-law is deployed to far distant lands, his wife and baby are visiting his father for the weekend. They’ll join us later this morning for church. Read more »
We’ve all seen it, those attempts to accomplish great things and they just don’t work out the way you planned. But you didn’t fail. You shifted gears and marched steadily forward. One big giant step at a time toward the success you knew was inside your heart, inside your head, inside you all the time you were making the effort. Read more »
It happens in social media all the time. My blog. My rules.
Beyond that, there should be no discussion of one person ruling over all the world, a country, a city, or even a household. People need choices.
Seek first to understand, then to be understood. ~Steven Covey
Today I had the opportunity to show some friends around downtown Denver. Amid the ooohs and aaaaws that come from country folks visually stimulated by sky scrapers, some for the first time, were explanations of various events and how my life in the city revolves around them.
We spotlighted the high points of downtown, because one of our visitors had developed an unwelcomed tooth ache, but they got to see the most visually interesting parts of the city, including the glass structures we all take for granted, living here. Amazement was revealed over the size of the sky scrapers, the size of beams put into place by sky-cranes and how various buildings look a bit out of sync with the rest of the world, as we drove under overhangs, bridges and sculpture.
I was reminded again of the spirit of a child, learning new information every moment of the day.
Time crunch? Anyone?
Time management is one of those impossible gestures we do when we’re under the gun, pushing all our buttons and still not up to speed. Why didn’t someone warn me that graduating the last child could be as stressful as all the others?
Is the party ready? Do we have a list of attendees for the ceremony? Are we done with the announcements? Did we get enough food? It’s all about the graduate, but I feel like I’m in overdrive and running out of gas.
And to be honest, I’m just the mom. I can’t imagine what my graduate must be going through at this moment, finishing up tests, listening to students being expelled from high school at the end of the year for pulling silly pranks and suffering through senior-itis. UGH. I remember that. Awful!
So what’s really up with all the Mommy Worries?
I can’t answer that question, but I’m ready for that part of this process to go away.
