“What is this?” Amelia asked, pointing to something at the bottom of a page full of items in the Christmas catalog. “I’m not sure, sweetheart,” I responded from the other side of the kitchen island. “It’s too small for me to see from here.” Then to her mom walking in from the other room she …
Going Backwards
Ezra, like his daddy before him, has exceptional balance and coordination. At barely two and a quarter, he has mastered every ride-on toy we own, including his older sister’s pedal bike with training wheels. Not only does he move forward effortlessly, he sits confidently looking ahead while coasting backwards from the edge of the front …
Scripture That Sticks
I had the privilege of watching as Caroline taught the memory verse for Thomas and Timothy’s preschool group in Vacation Bible School at their church for the past two summers. This was not her first Bible teaching experience. From a young age, she lined up her stuffed animals and dolls and taught them. She led …
Filled With Contradictions
My daughter seemed distracted one moment and driven the next. The week before Titus was born, she cycled between desperate readiness and the desire to finish a month’s worth of home improvement projects before the new baby’s arrival. I told my husband over the phone that she must be ready to deliver soon because she …
Gentle Reminders
Thomas and Timothy met their new brother, Titus, today. Until this weekend, my five and two year old grandsons have interacted with their brother through the bump on mom’s tummy. They’ve kissed him sweetly, talked to him and prayed for him, and starting last week, they’ve adjured him to hurry up and get here. In …
Obscured
My husband and I headed across the street to walk through our son’s house which is under construction. He and his wife had just inspected the day’s work and returned beaming, full of descriptions of their favorite additions. “I have a hall tree!” Valentina exclaimed as she showed me the picture she had snapped with …
Parched or Quenched?
The door creaked as it swung opened then slammed. Timothy strode in from playing baseball in the backyard with Thomas and Dad. “I getting a Gatorade surprise,” he announced. His mom, who had been working on their dinner, wiped her hands, opened the garage door and followed two year old Timothy to the outside refrigerator. …
Focus
Amelia stood at the end of the kitchen island, sticker sheet in hand, matching uppercase letters to the alphabet page in her notebook. Ezra climbed up beside her and reached for a sticker so I pulled out his notebook, flipped to the first blank page and handed him a sheet of animal stickers. He eagerly …
Cringeworthy
Amelia ran to meet me as I walked through the front door. She half shouted, “I played my recorder and Jake played his recorder too!” From behind her back she took a blue plastic recorder. Ezra appeared, waving a green recorder and their combined demonstration was shrill and fairly deafening. I looked around for Jake, …
Facing The Truth
“Can they hear me?” Amelia asked as she turned questioningly from watching the last roof truss being placed on top of her new house. We had watched the crane set a dozen or so trusses in place from the window before going onto the front porch. She and Ezra ran back and forth excitedly on …
