Tag: Comfort

Things I Didn’t Know I Needed

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(Caution: The secret identity of Santa Claus may be revealed in this blog!)

Christmastime is wonderful for little children – decorating the tree, taping on cotton ball Santa beards, posing for photos and telling Santa what you want for Christmas; it’s magical. However, as parents, we know there is a lot that can go wrong.

What if every store from Ohio to Minnesota sold out of the only item on one child’s list, and the other child has a list a mile long! What if the budget meets their needs, but their wants far outweigh those needs? As parents we must decide how best to handle these situations, so that everyone feels loved and happy on Christmas morning.

I recall one Christmas when Brian and I were walking such a tightrope. We held our breath as the boys walked into the living room and saw their gifts beautifully arranged in front of the tree (in two separate but equal displays), and one boy exclaimed continue reading here

The Mom Award

If you’re a mom, you’ve probably given yourself one or more, “Mom Awards”. You know the ones I mean: “Worst Mom of the Hour/Day/Week/Month/Year or Decade”; and the most despised: “Worst Mom of the Century”.

I have a closet full! There are days when I received all of them in one afternoon.

We rarely give ourselves awards for the things we do well, but oh how quickly we are to engrave our names on the trophy cups of failure and shame. And then place them on the dark shelves of our past

We declare ourselves failures when we
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Trustworthy Wheels

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Our old Chevy Station Wagon (just like the one above only dark green) didn’t have AC, was cramped and crowded, out of style, and did I mention green? We were all beyond excited when Dad finally decided it was time to trade her in!

post142graphic2 (2)When he pulled into the driveway with a sleek new light blue, shiny, air-conditioned beauty we were overjoyed.

We quickly piled in for a ride and our trip went right past the car dealership where we saw our old, green used-up, dilapidated, banged up, has-been of a vehicle in the back lot. We asked Dad to turn around so we could see her one more time.

From our new perspective, sitting in the air-conditioned comfort of our new car, our old car looked abandoned, lonely, and rejected. Our hearts were heavy for our discarded green friend sitting all alone in the back of the lot.

As I recall, we actually cried as we drove home. We loved that car; it had proved faithful to our family and now we had tossed her aside. Believe it or not, – find more here>

Creatures of Habit

post128graphicMy brother told me that he’d read once that people are such creatures of habit that if we frequent a public venue regularly (a restaurant or theater for example) we will use the same bathroom stall each time.

Are you kidding me?

That seemed to be the most absurd thing I’d ever heard… until I started paying attention to my own actions. That’s when I learned that I click here for more