You know I ask myself all the time, “you have a 154 IQ and for some reason you can’t seem to make sense of why children don’t obey the rules?” I don’t come by this conundrum because I don’t understand that children lie; I come to it at the end of a very frustrated trial
Very much like the title says, I have been told I am “epically unfun” by my three teens. When I remind them that the ONLY time I get cross with them is 1. When they do not do what they’re asked, 2. When they lie and tell me they did what was asked, 3. Go
Making a change takes courage.
Today is my darling daughter’s 11th birthday. I say “daughter” because she’s part of my new family, my new reality and she’s grown herself into the depths of my heart. She’s not biological but nonetheless, she’s the breath of fresh air every single day. I am so honored her parents agreed to allow me to
Three years ago she asked, “Will you love them like they’re your own?” And I answered, “Of course!” Did I understand the consequences of my agreement at the time? Probably not! I believe I just wanted then what I want now, and that is to be part of the proverbial “village” that is needed to raise
Have you ever sat down in tears, and thought, “I feel so blessed!” Well, today that was me. For a moment there were no words. No strife, no anger, no pain, no concern, and no worry. There was only immense gratefulness. A moment of humility unlike any other I’ve ever felt. I have always been
Often I am reminded of even my own sinned thoughts and actions. The other day a woman with an ill-behaved child was near me and I found myself rolling my eyes thankful that I raised my kids where a firmer understanding created that necessary fear that made my kids behave. Then I thought about it.
There’s no kind of heartache that can match what happens when you see your child or someone you love about to hit head on into something that is going to end badly. Whether it’s drugs, or friends, or choices or mates; it hurts to watch them grow through some pretty painful human things that young
Sometimes I forget that life can truly be painful when it’s not so much for me. Pain is a relevant thing in my life… that being said, it isn’t a constant but I have had tremendous burden of it throughout my whole life. So, for someone such as me to admit that I am one
I wanted to blog about Father’s Day, but I’m missing one fundamental element for real comprehension of what Father’s Day means to the general dad. And that is that I never really had a dad who spend any time with me, or sent me cards, or called me on my birthday, or pretty much participated