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…
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…
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…
“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…
We spend hours combing the shorelines searching for them. They come in different shapes, sizes and colors. We gather them in buckets, pockets and bags. Sea shells. The wonder of watching a shell peek through the sand as the ocean waves retreat can be mesmerizing and surprisingly tranquil. Every year our family spends a weekend or two at the beaches…
