Well, I’ve discovered one way that works around here…
I divided our (large) yard into non-intimidating sections, assigned one section for the day, and offered to burn what got raked up if the whole section got finished.
Then I reminded everyone that we have marshmallows. Read the rest of this entry
(1) because I really can’t include all that detail, it becomes a never ending backward spiral;
and (2) no one (including me) would want to read it anyway!
(not to mention (3) it would be waaay too long, and some authority figure in charge of the length of blog posts would excommunicate me from the blogosphere!)
So, I’m working up the nerve to just dive right in the middle, and minimize my future regrets for not blogging.
Lately, I’ve had a few days that I never thought I would have had, and would have hotly disagreed with you had you dared insinuate the possibility of them ever occurring in my life…
the culmination of them being that yesterday, I waved at my firstborn daughter as she waited for the school bus to pick her up for her first day as a freshman at…
a public high school.
If you know me at all, ’nuff said. Read the rest of this entry
will I wake to the rush and the long long list of things I should get done, and will I listen to the ticking of the clock that whispers “hurry, hurry, so much to do, you’re getting behind…”
or will I wake to the chance to:
listen to my children’s hearts when they start their words with “Mama,”
hear the words of life as they dance before my eyes on the page that I am so privileged to own, and let them mold me
speak words of “I cherish you” instead of “this toilet needs scrubbing more than you need listening to”
ponder this gift called Life and all the rich depth it contains, which becomes emptier yet heavier when we aren’t looking into what it *really* is underneath all the dust that is layered on it by the daily bustle of carrying it around? Read the rest of this entry