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A Whole, Entire, Complete Day Off.


"What do you want for Mother's Day?" Captain Fun asked me several nights ago after family devotions.  

The answer came easily.  "A whole, entire, complete day off...from Hope."  

I adore Hope.  In fact, the more children I have, the more precious those early childhood years become. But as I told the ladies at Grove Avenue Baptist MOPS this week, I have had a preschooler in some form for 27 years, and sometimes I feel like I am just about to die from exhaustion.

What I Like About You.

Twenty seven years ago today, our first born arrived. It was Easter Sunday, 1987, 10:56 pm,  8 lbs, 8 oz, 20 inches long.  And because he was my first,  I remember like it was yesterday.  But what I remember just as clearly was when we broke the news to our families that he was on the way.

We had been married just six weeks.  Both my parents were still living and family gatherings were frequent. The good ole' days about which Carly Simon sings, no doubt.

The No-Phone Zone

Many, many years ago when my oldest two children were little, we lived on the edge of a cotton field just outside of Memphis.  We had two kids, one car, and few neighbors.  Almost every day I would take the kids on the 3/4 of a mile walk down the gravel road to the mail box in hopes of hearing from the latest editor to whom I had sent a submission.

Life was simple.  Because we had no car during my husband's work hours, there was no where to go; with our very limited budget, there was nothing to buy.

The Bieber Blog

Certainly by now you have heard the news about Justin Bieber's arrest for DUI and drag racing.  

When I first heard, I do what I always do with that category of news:  I ignored it.  I try very hard to keep pop culture out of our home, as it is, in my opinion, one of the most dangerous enemies of the family.  And I'll give you  a short list of reasons why. 

It misrepresents reality, creating discontentment with normal life.  

It paints a false picture of happiness.

The Perfect Christmas

The older I get, the faster Christmas comes. If I'm not careful, it can turn into an annual race to see if I can get my gift and grocery shopping done before the December 24th deadline. 

I have learned to let go, though.  To lower my own expectations and encourage my children to lower theirs.  After all, creating the perfect Christmas is tricky. 

I relish, for instance,  the ritual of mailing almost a hundred Christmas cards every year. This year I mailed seven, photo not included.
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