On a regular day, we do what is necessary. On a Snow Day, we do what we were made for.
Category: Mental Health
emerging incisors and other signs of spring
My youngest daughter is a stunningly beautiful five-year-old with bronze hair and hazel-green eyes. She is the fire and the clown in our family, always moving at full velocity and stopping only to sleep, if then. She fears nothing and examines everything; we joke that when she grows up, she will be a doctor by… Continue reading emerging incisors and other signs of spring
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ta-dah!
When my girls were little, I quickly noticed that they based a large percentage of their feelings and reactions on mine. This was most evident when they were learning to walk. Anytime they wobbled, tripped, fell down, or even just startled themselves, they immediately looked to my face for a response. If I heeded my… Continue reading ta-dah!
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much and more: a tale of four apple seeds
Four little apple seeds. That's how it all started. Four tiny little apple seeds have dominated - nay, wrecked my household over the past two weeks. Because of four little apple seeds, I have lost approximately fifty hours that I had earmarked for other purposes. Instead of getting my hair cut, reorganizing my bedroom, and… Continue reading much and more: a tale of four apple seeds
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feedback
I had a classic parenting moment this weekend. My ten-year-old came to me with a problem - mean girls - and I spent about half an hour with her explaining the phenomenon. We covered everything from the art of recognizing knuckleheads in the wild to rooting herself in the knowledge of how God sees her. … Continue reading feedback
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blue
“I think there must be something wrong with me, Linus. Christmas is coming, but I’m not happy. I don’t feel the way I’m supposed to feel…” -Charlie Brown I hate to admit this, but in the past, I have written off this bewildered confession as evidence of weak character on good old Charlie Brown’s part. How… Continue reading blue
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quail
The scene: A dark, too quiet night in the bowels of some remote location. The character: A beautiful but foolish all-American young person. The plot: S/he has come to a remote location with a group of friends to let off steam and maybe even get lucky, when suddenly (but only after receiving numerous warnings from… Continue reading quail
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halfway
I just realized last week that we're about halfway through 2011 already. I know what you're thinking: "What?!" At least, that's what I thought. This sage response was quickly followed by a sense of fatigue - not of the physical variety, but stemming from the fact that I am bored with finding myself thinking and looking and speaking like… Continue reading halfway
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having flies
Dear Aunt Connie, I'm so sorry I missed our meeting a couple of weeks ago. I was really looking forward to hanging out with you and catching up on things, but I fell and sprained my foot, laying me up for quite a while. I suppose if I'd known I'd be making it up here (which… Continue reading having flies
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what do you wear to meet your dad for the first time?
what do you wear to meet your dad for the first time? something dressy to make a good impression? not a suit exactly, but just something tony that communicates togetherness and health. something that says, "yeah, i'm doing one hundred percent, completely fine [whether it's true or not], thank you; how are you?" maybe go… Continue reading what do you wear to meet your dad for the first time?
Lucinda S. Sutton 