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A motherhood mulligan?

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I’m almost certain that teenagers inhabit a time space continuum that is separate from those of their parents. For them, time slows to a crawl.  I remember how I felt the year I began high school, thinking that it would take absolutely FOREVER to get through four years before graduation. But now that I am a parent, I experience time on a completely different plane.  Time gallops so fast that it seems the years have lapped me before I have taken a step out of the starting gate. Ten years ago, my four-year-old played dress-up with the dog and made … Continue reading A motherhood mulligan?

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I’m a Mamma, not a Shoppa

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It seems like just yesterday my daughter was learning how to hold her pencil. Now she is learning how to waltz, jitterbug, tango, two-step, and salsa. And not the kind with cilantro, either. Tomorrow I get to go to parent’s night to see her dance moves in person. The email invitation reminded parents that the club has a “no denim” policy.  I guess my holey jeans aren’t welcome. So today I went out in search of a dress.  I have a few dresses hanging way back in the cobwebbed regions of my closet, saved from the olden days when I actually … Continue reading I’m a Mamma, not a Shoppa

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Funky Style

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Snip. Snip. That’s the sound of my apron strings being severed, one at a time. Today my almost-fourteen-year-old-going-on-thirty-four girl child had an appointment to get her hair trimmed.  Her first day of Classical Conversations is Monday, and I figured it would be nice to get those curls evened out.  We talked about styles on the way to the hairdresser, and I distinctly remembering advising her to keep it at the same length..but perhaps vary the style…add some long bangs, frame the face, etc.  However, I told her, “It’s your hair and your head!  You can make your own decisions.” After … Continue reading Funky Style

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Imperfection

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It’s very hard for me to admit that I’m not good/talented/successful at something.  As a child and even now as an adult, I often avoid those things that I do not do well.  Why is that? I think one reason I act this way is because I am a perfectionist.  If I can’t be perfect, then I don’t want to do it, because doing it less than perfectly awakens all sorts of ugly, unworthy emotions inside. But God is showing me the true meaning of: 37 Jesus replied, “‘You must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, and … Continue reading Imperfection