Like my Christmas star decoration, we were messy and beautiful. We shared life together without attempting to create perfection and order. We allowed the strands and clumps to come together to form something warm and sparkling.
I know, my angel friends, life is tough. We need some super glue to put us back together.
I wish I could say I am rocking this middle phase the way my son is, but I find myself fluctuating between complete confidence in exactly where we are and utter terror because we are neither where we used to be nor where we are headed.
I see the unattractive exterior, but my children see visions of something more grand in these toy soldiers.
I want to see the beauty and the romance, and I want to believe in the strength and the fight.
This Christmas, I hope you will receive the gift of understanding your own worth in the eyes of another. You are a glass treasure.
Deep down, I am a little crazy…. or maybe I should say still a little crazy. It is hard to say what level of crazy I am, but I know it is less crazy than I used to be. I was so good at hiding the crazy for so long I actually had myself convinced the crazy wasn’t there…. until it was […]
My heart breaks when I receive documentation from the school concerning my son’s reading ability. We did everything you are supposed to do. We have read to him from infancy, we practiced sight words for hours and hours, we read, and we read, and we read. Yet, our twelve year old son still finds himself in the very bottom percentile […]
November is the month in between.
First it was the month that came before; then, it was the month that came after.
Yet, November is the month of thanks.
How do I say thank you for the blessing of broken? I am learning.
The world needs you, but you don’t have to carry the weight of it.