This past week, with Mother’s Day, I was asked (again):“What’s it like having nine kids?” Now, let’s be clear. Size does not matter. But it can sure feel like it does. Large families tend to invite wide-eyed questions, whispered comments in the grocery line, or nods of awe, as if I climbed Everest with a baby carrier. I get it. Nine is not subtle. But I never chased a number. I wasn’t collecting children like…
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On Christmas leave in 1985. I headed home from my duty station in Newport, Rhode Island to my parent’s home in Annapolis, Maryland. While at home a Newport friend called and asked if I would be interested in going out with a friend of his who was stationed in DC. I don’t recall asking very many questions but I do remember my very sophisticated and warm reply, “Well, its a free country.” Gary called me…
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When I was young, I had the answers but nobody asked me questions. Now that I am old. people ask me questions but I don’t have answers. Elizabeth Elliot I loved listening to Gateway to Joy when I was a younger mom. And although it stopped airing in 2001 you can still listen to the wisdom of Elizabeth Elliot using the link provided. Her words and this particular quote so resonates with my life. When…
Leave a CommentThere are several ways that a potted plant may find its way in my home for temporary viewing pleasure. But left in my hands the destination is always the same … the garbage. I have the habit of often buying a plant and enjoying it at peak flower with the best intentions of later planting it into our backyard garden. My pace and my own distractibility leaves the finish line for this type of project…
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