Tag: Tip of My Iceberg
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The Cost Of Being Real
We had real Christmas trees for literal decades. The tradition was to go the day after Thanksgiving to our local tree providers, spend at least an hour looking at as many trees as we could, finally determining that the first or second tree we had seen would be the one we chose. The challenge was…
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The Gratitude Challenge
Kolly’s words are flowing more frequently and clearly. At nineteen months, she has a mind of her own and words to express what that mind is thinking. She loves people, and her grins and giggles typically bring a like response from those older than her in the room. Kolly learned to say “please” fairly quickly.…
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The Posture Of Shame
Nolan is at the age where he wants to do everything by himself. He’ll be three in a month, so his independence is understandable. He’s up for almost anything. Except that big-boy step of potty training. He doesn’t have any desire to do that himself. He tries, but he’s not all in on practicing. Nolan…
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The Wall Of Wonder
Last Christmas when our whole family was together–all 31 of us–John and I were gifted by our kids with family portraits. They turned out so much better than I’d anticipated–taking that many child portraits can be exhausting. Eleven months later, we finally put up a collage of our grands. All seventeen of them. We evened…
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The Game Is Murder
I’ve never understood the “patience of a saint” comment made to people who endure difficult circumstances. Patience is required of all of us most days, and some are better at it than others. Watching my thirteen-year-old granddaughter play with her younger cousins, however, had me reassessing my thinking. We were having a birthday brunch for…
Tip of My Iceberg 