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Oh, Elf To The No. Confession: There is no Elf on my Shelf.

Confession: There is no Elf on my shelf. Just: dust. Well, dust with a garland of cat hair. The pics are not worth “pinning.” I’m okay with that. Don’t panic if your shelf is adorned by an elf. I’m not judging. (Unless, you buy it outfits and dress it like one of those creepy concrete geese from the ’80’s. Then:…

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Dear Mom Who…….

Dear mom who: parents differently than me. Is having a bad day. Hasn’t showered in a week due to nursing schedule of doom or depression.  Who has a cranky child. Who has a child who has decided that today is THE day to test cuss words at church, or scream them at Target.  Dear mom who feeds her kids nuggets…

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The Last Dandelion. Celebrating the daily love of my kids.

  It is crushed enough that the chubby, dirty fingernailed and mud smeared hand that holds it, now shares a smear of it’s sun-like yellow color. And, it is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.  The last dandelion handed to me by my son.  The leaves are wilted. The stem leaks sticky, white goo that I know will attract even…

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The Mommy- Martyr Crown

As each woman walked out and took her place on stage, I sized up my competition. Each one, was: Beautiful Intelligent Resourceful Unique Dedicated Incredible Struggling Each was dressed perfectly in her own style- and donning the perfect shoes. I thought: “I might be in trouble.”  And, I hoped the beads of nervous sweat on my face would look like…

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What they don’t tell you about boys and puberty.

Disclaimer: Puberty. Enough said. Everybody talks about girls and puberty. The moodiness, The sass. The out of control body changes and image issues that arrive with them. Rollercoaster emotions and hormone driven, temporary insanity with a side of distaste for all things parental. Especially when it comes to the new perception of mom as wicked witch. But, what about boys?…

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Diagnosis: Puberty. In which I am Clueless. 

“Do you feel ok? You look like you hve a rash.” Of course, I immediately use my built in thermometer, AKA: hand, to check my son for a for a temp. (Why do moms do this? If they feel warm we got get the “real”” thermometer anway…mabe it’s prescreening?)  No fever.  “Do you have a sore throat?”  “No. I’m fine.”…

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…into the waves. In which I am braver on the water and consider filling my shoes with it.

“Turn into the waves. You won’t tip, if you go straight into the waves.”  When a friend told me this, I was pretty sure she was insane, or lying. Our group of friends likes to prank each other. You never know. Going into the waves, goes against every emotional and logical thought I have, when I face rough water. I…

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A Vaccination Proclamation: Dear Parents Everywhere

I do hereby acknowledge that I have no responsibility or right to decide what is right for you and your family in regards to vaccinations. (Among myriad other -parenting decisions. ) I respect your holy calling to parent the child (children) that God has entrusted to you. He chose YOU- your unique design and unique desires to raise them in…

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Cancer and Life and Goin’ on a Bear Hunt- My Preschool Theology.

“swish, swish, swish” “Can’t go over it, can’t go under it, have to go through it.” When I taught preschool, and when my kids were young- this was a daily favorite. For the past few years- I’ve been living this nursery rhyme. Not so much a favorite. There are things we’ve been facing that are scary and hard…. like surgeries,…

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Dementia- I wish I never Met Ya. The Job I Never Showed Up For- and How I Face that Fear- Every week. (Because God has an ironic sense of humor.)

In my brain- it was a natural fit. I already had the white shoes-(Years of waitressing= white non-skid shoes.) and I love people and taking care of them! I was pretty sure it was even biblical- fits under the orphans and widows thing or honoring your parents- (Even if it wouldn’t be mine I was honoring.) To my 20 year…

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