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Filling Buckets and Building Castles

Filling Buckets and Building Castles

I sometimes feel dizzy, spinning around, filling buckets every moment of every day. Going into week eight of staying home because of this pandemic, refilling feels more exhausting. But, as I sit here on the sofa, awaiting our four little humans to wake for the day, I remind myself, “There is no work I could be doing that is more…

Toil with Thanksgiving

Toil with Thanksgiving

As a four-year-old in preschool, our third daughter, Bentley, already believed she could “pass” over the parts of life she hoped to avoid. One day, the PE teacher led the students outside to play soccer when he noticed Bentley sitting against the wall of the school, contentedly watching. He approached her and said, “Bentley, it is time for soccer.” She…

Blinding Flurries

Blinding Flurries

White is one of my favorite colors. I find it funny that I can love white so much, yet not have a fondness for snow. Blizzards were not unusual during my thirty-five years of living in Colorado. Now, living in North Carolina, a blizzard is very unlikely, which is part of why we moved here! A person might as well…

No Free Passes

No Free Passes

Bentley was in preschool, as a four-year-old, when the PE teacher led her class out to the turf to play soccer. As the kids took the field, the teacher noticed Bentley sitting against the wall of the school, contently watching. He walked to her and said, “Bentley, it is time for soccer.” Her reply…”Oh, no thank you.” (I still laugh…

Every Complaint Holds the Option for Gratitude

Every Complaint Holds the Option for Gratitude

“Quit complaining!” I am curious to know how many times I’ve said those words throughout my eleven years of parenting. Or, how many times my parents said the same words to me. I believe that as adults, we might say children complain the most, and that the things we complain about are so real and difficult they are valid enough…