You Can Do It Inspiration

keep-calm-you-can-do-it “I need some help,” my friend said as she grabbed my arm. I trailed behind her and a very unsure little boy to the lane in which he was to swim at a swim meet yesterday. Her six-year-old was second guessing his pending participation in relay race. I was at the meet to watch Fury. Okay, so most of the parents and families watched. I yet again failed to restrain my inner swim coach, stood on the side of the pool, and yelled encouragement to my child in the water. How does everyone do it? Keep themselves politely engaged and happy without all the “GO! GO! PULL! YOU’VE GOT IT!!!!”s escaping their mouths at full volume. Between that and my talking too much, I need help – probably in the form of a straight-jacket on my mouth. My sweet parents came to watch Fury swim, too. It was like old home week for them. They spent

“It tastes like chicken” – and other Classic Mom Responses

momresponse “Is this cheese still good?” my daughter asks me while holding a container of shredded Parmesan. “I don’t know,” I reply. “Maybe.” Then I do what moms so often do in a pinch, add a little dose of practical and float an answer that should work – especially in those times when we don’t know the answer “…. Smell it.” “What?” she gasps standing with the refrigerator door still open. “You always say that. What if it’s rotten and I eat it?! I could get sick! I might die!!” “Oh my word.” I grab the container. I open it, smell it, and hand it back. “It’s fine.” Smell it works with most dairy products and sandwich meat. I’ve also used it with clothing, as it relates to worthiness of wear. Smell it promotes independence and responsibility as it encourages a child to rely on themselves

Magazine Style Results – Perspective on Selfie-Help

When I was in Jr. High, then extent of outward appearance self-awareness consisted of my morning love-hate relationship with the mirror above my sink. I would wake up, stumble to my closet, get dressed, and then desperately try to curling-iron copy Farah Fawcett’s whispy perfection. I’d take one last look and set out on my day. Momentary encounters in the school bathroom (“momentary” being the operative word – a girl could fear for her life in that bathroom) offered brief reminders, but that’s about it. Some of my friends kept compact mirrors in the purses, but I wouldn’t have been caught dead sneaking a peek. I didn’t want to know. I put my best foot forward at the beginning of the day and hoped for the best. What you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you. Right? My kids don’t have that out of sight, out of mind luxury.

Open Mouth, Insert Apologies … lots of them

shhhh Anyone that knows me well, knows that when it comes to confession opportunities in prayer, mine are almost always about a mouth that says too much. And I’ve been true to form of late. Saturday, when picking up Jack at birthday party, I had the chance meet someone new. She was so nice. And our kids will be in the same grade next year. But, rather than ask her about herself and her four beautiful children, I jumped into a conversation about my own child. It started with her asking a couple questions about him, then led to Jon’s & my decision to hold Jack back (start 1st grade this coming year rather than last) since his birthday is so close to summer. We didn’t make the decision in a vacuum. And though holding back might appear like we’re setting the bar low, we tried to decide what is best for him. So where did my mouth go wrong?
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