The screaming was incessant. She was mad, sad, scared and exhausted all at once. My younger daughter would not, could not, calm down. She needed a nap, desperately. I needed her to take the nap as much as she needed it herself. Continue reading Sit.
Most of us have heard the difference between pessimism and optimism described as people who see the glass as either “half-full” or “half-empty.” The other day I told a mentor that I’m not really pessimistic or optimistic. I’m just realistic. ‘The water level is *draws a line* right there.
Pessimists, Optimists & Realists are all useful to the Kingdom. But each and every type can get absolutely STUCK when we spend our time staring at a glass at the midway point. Continue reading Half-Full, Half-Empty, and why I really don’t care.
She answered my question with a question. It hit like a left jab to my heart that my youngest daughter, soon to be four years old, had answered a child’s favorite question with a hesitant question-answer.
A few moments before I had asked, “What do you want for Christmas?” Continue reading Prepare to be overwhelmed.
Young One: Mommy, can I have my bessert? (after bowl 3 of spaghetti) Mommy: Honey, there’s no dessert tonight. Young One: Mommy, can I have…
[I originally recorded this conversation five years ago today. Jada would now have a much more detailed conversation, but I firmly believe it’s because of these early conversations that she can have healthy talks about it today.] Continue reading “Once upon a time there was a kangaroo that wanted a baby…