I am a hypocrite.
Dyed-in-the-wool. Die-hard. Deep-seated.
Perhaps you’ve seen my work:
“You’re your own worst critic. You look great!”
“You deserve it! Do something nice for yourself.”
“Don’t worry about it, girl… I’m coming to see you, not your house.” (This one is my personal favorite.)
You may not recognize this as hypocrisy, because these encouraging words aren’t hypocritical at all… until you’re armed with the fact that I scoff when someone else (usually my husband) offers these words of encouragement to me.
In my house, word of an unexpected visit can bring my entire family to its collective knees. Keep reading
Sometimes I come home at the end of the day, look around the house, and ask “So what did you do all day?” And when I ask myself that, I’m usually at a loss for an explanation. Because I know I did something. And I know I stayed busy. But I’ll be darned if I can list the things I did.
As I was reading a friend’s blog entry yesterday, I was reminded of a time about a year ago that I was bogged down in the sense that I would never, ever catch up. I knew I had a to-do list, but in spite of my crazy-busy days, it never seemed to get any shorter. And reading her blog reminded me of a trick I used then to convince myself that I really, truly accomplish things during my days. Keep reading
My son loves to socialize with his friends after school while he is waiting to be picked up. Which makes it all the more touching to me that he left the realm of cool 5th graders yesterday to find his kindergarten sister. Without being asked. Just because he didn’t want his sister to be alone while she waited.
I made sure to thank him for watching out for his sister, even though he said it was no big deal. But I disagree. Keep reading
I’ve done the first-day-of-school dropoff a few times now. And I’ve discovered that it brings a few lessons of its own.
- The first day of kindergarten never gets easier, no matter how many times I do it. In fact, it gets harder. Because as each child heads off to school for the first time, I become painfully aware that they are growing up. I realized today there will be no more first-day-of-kindergarten. This is it.
- The first day of 5th grade and 8th grade are just as tough. Keep reading
After 13 years, I’m preparing to be alone.
My youngest daughter is starting full-day kindergarten next week, and I have mixed emotions about the whole thing. Of course my friends assure me that I’m going to love having time alone to get things accomplished at home. And that she is going to thrive in the classroom with other children. And I’m sure that’s all true… sort of. Keep reading
I’ve enjoyed the company of my youngest brother and his family this week. As we laughed about funny things we remember from childhood, it occurred to me that there are lots of funny and poignant moments that can get lost in a day if we let them. I keep saying I’ll start writing them down, but I haven’t done it yet, probably because I haven’t found an efficient system for doing so.
So I’ll start here, and this will be my jumping off point. Keep reading