THE TIME HAS COME, FRIENDS!
This December, Unlearning Blog will undergo exciting changes to reflect my growth as a blogger and new directions for my writing.
I don’t have it figured out. I’m not even close. But this morning I woke up and accepted the challenge: try to be a mother and something else.
To be fair, I’m a blogger. I get it. Marketing is an essential piece to any business or brand.
And every so often, I get that same awkward eye contact that you do by a friend. They worry that somehow they’ve disappointed you by not supporting your efforts, your passion.
But, for myself, I have nothing tangible to offer – only words of encouragement voiced from the trenches of early parenthood.
So I know it’s different. But I want to share a secret that I’ve learned to overcome the psychological distress of rejection.
People who love you don’t always say “yes”.
My son almost drowned last week…in a pool full of lifeguards…during a swim lesson. And, truthfully, the experience still haunts me.
My son is four years, one month, and 20 days old. And he is starting to ask questions about Jesus.
It was the adjective my two-year-old daughter’s teacher used to describe her day. In fact, our little ball of fire had even paid a visit to the preschool director – you know, the toddler equivalent to a principal.
I tried to remain calm, but my heart was racing. It was only the third week of school.
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Excuses. Those of us who parent young children are good at making them.
Perhaps too good.
It’s an overused motif, really. But every mother has some secret locked away – a confession waiting to be read.
And, after two years of blogging, I suppose it’s my turn.
Of all my life’s choices, I wish I had mastered something so simple – so vital to parenthood.
Before children, I never learned to savor the moment right in front of me.
The Gratitude Gospel: Day 11
In our rental, I have the kind of view that most writers would kill to have. A simple wooden desk in front of a wall of windows that look out to a forest (and swamp, though that sounds less picturesque).
If you are a mother, however, the hooting owls and the relentless woodpeckers start to get to you after a little while (at least when a nap is desired).
The Gratitude Gospel: Day 8
Tonight a little arm wrapped tightly around my neck in response to boisterous thunder booms.