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I may have mentioned that I’ve been enjoying the Olympics … or maybe I just mentioned the swimming. Anyway, in the couple of hours after CJ goes to bed, I’ve had my tv tuned in to NBC. As I’m waiting for the swimming, working away on my computer, I’ve heard a song play along with a montage of the US womens’ gymnastics team. I’m not even kidding when I share that I get a tear in my eye every time. Continue reading

addition and subtraction

Connor and I finished up our addition flash cards the other night and I couldn’t help but beam with pride at my boy who’s quite adept at math. I’ve mentioned it before but he just has a way with numbers … adding, subtracting, even some simple multiplication.

It got me thinking. There are things in life that need to be added and those that need to be subtracted. For some, that list is pretty small. They are in balance. For me, the list gets longer. I’m still much, much too hard on myself and I get frustrated when I feel like I know what I need to have more of and alternatively, less of, but I just.can’t.do.it.  Continue reading

just keep going

brene brown quote via pinterest

I had a post half-written about some stuff that’s bothering me and I couldn’t get through the whole thing because, well, it seemed like a big, fat pity party. I don’t enjoy pity parties; especially when I’m the guest of honor. So, I found this quote and I will soldier on into tomorrow and I hope you will, too.

write it down

My favorite 15-year-old niece left on her first senior high mission trip yesterday. She and a group of forty-ish students and adult leaders boarded the old blue school bus (and other support vehicles) en route to Henryville, Indiana, to assist with disaster relief following the recent devastation left by a tornado. She watched Connor earlier in the week and we talked about her upcoming trip. Continue reading

oh, mother

It wasn’t too long ago one of my BFFs posted about the mommy wars that are all too common on the interwebs. Most commonly, you hear women comparing the challenges of being a SAHM or WOHM  (which, to be honest, was an entirely new acronym for me … but I like it!) and which is “harder”. I don’t like to put my thoughts out there all the time on such heated topics because I’m too sensitive to get flamed. Note to all readers: my tender heart can’t take meanness so keep it to yourself or just talk behind my back. Whichever.  Continue reading