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May 2017


Hope is in swimming lessons for a few weeks, and today I told her I would get in and play with her while we waited for her teacher. Playing has never come easily to me (that's Captain Fun's department), but I knew what I had to do: suit up. Once her lesson began, as I was swimming my laps, I kept thinking of that word...Up...and all the ways we moms might use it.

My oldest is thirty, my youngest is five, and I am, well, a little weary. As I enter this third decade of parenting, I have grown fond of a new (to me) phrase.

The Power of Presence

As the mom of ten, I get one question a lot: What is your secret? 

My daughters tell me sometimes of babysitting jobs or their friends' moms who say, "I would like to know how your mom stays organized," or "I want to follow your mom around the house just for one day and watch her."

It is no secret that organizing is a struggle, not a strength for me. During my homeschooling years, for instance, it took me 15 minutes to find a sharpened pencil. Daily. 

I am not a great cook, nor does any woman envy my decorating skills.
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