I am sitting in a meeting, and the presenters have begun to speak. The topic, one chosen for its pertinence to all in attendance, should be enough to captivate the audience and compel the listening group to lend an ear attentively. We are being financially paid, by the way, to pay attention. One quick glance …
I am sitting on the blue rug in my classroom with three little boys. Guilty, they wait for the final verdict from me and if they are lucky, a pardon. I look at one, and ask the question, “Why did you push Little Girl on the playground?” Pause. I can see the wheels turning in …
I am quickly gathering up things for a late supper (staff meetings always throw me off-schedule), whilst putting away groceries and gathering up odds and ends. My son is talking to his father about the boy, formerly known as his best friend, who is still currently his “casual friend” in spite of their dwindling list …
Sometimes I wonder if I am sending faulty messages about me and the subject matter of this blog. As in, when you end up finding a blog about the pursuit of a joyful life, amidst the other blogs out there in the blogosphere, one might think it is written by a very positive, happy-go-lucky, Type …
It is playground duty day, and I am trudging around outside, trying to avoid as much as possible the remaining patches of snow and ice. I am wearing a heavy winter jacket, snow pants, a hat and gloves with a pair of unfashionable black, knee-high riding boots. I may look like a frump, but I …
I am trying to make sense of myself tonight. It has been a long day, not conducive to thinking. I got up late this morning, missed the alarm altogether. That means I am half an hour behind all day. In my subconscious, the thoughts linger from our argument last night, but I am able to …
I am cuddled in bed with my youngest. This, after she has jumped all over the bed and I have calmed her down by rubbing cream on her hands and feet, a nightly calming ritual as much as the bedtime story we are about to read together. Tonight’s selection, Stellaluna by Janell Cannon, is the …
It is 5:45 a.m., and the alarm goes off. I think it sounded, or it could just be a ringing noise in my head. Oh well. I’m up anyways, as is my husband, and my second youngest. I drag my sorry self out of bed, and send my sweet little one back to bed. She …
How is it that we arrived at this place; so quickly arrived, here. Already, God? Inevitably, I knew the time would come. But so soon? My son does not find it cool to speak to his mother in public places anymore. I thought I had a few years left of being a real human. He …