My granddaughter and I play a game called find the paci. I’ve learned not to wait until bedtime or naptime to make the search. Each time she wakes, before I even lift her out of the crib, I make a big deal of searching for her pacifier. She has usually tossed it aside during her …
Uncomfortable Silence
Days between the grandchildren’s visits last longer than other days, I’m sure of it. The hours pass slowly and the silence is much more distracting than their chatter. I remember the early days of parenting when my husband would come home from work and make his way around to asking how I stood the constant …
Creating Division
My grandson unknowingly exposed a quirk of mine as he’s begun to talk, quite possibly one I’ve unwittingly passed on to his mother. His words come full speed now in groups of two or three, repeating everyone and everything. My daughter noticed that he would not say shoes and when she asked him what they …
Foot In The Door
Nearly every Sunday for a decade, our younger son, the lone extrovert in a family of introverts, came into worship after Sunday school with one friend or another in tow, asking if he could come over after church. Has your friend asked his parents? No? Then we’ll make a plan for another time. End of …
The Final Word
Our Thomas has started saying his own prayers. His momma told me about how he folded his hands like the father and son in his bedtime storybook once she had finished with her prayer and started saying MaMa, DaDa, A (for Amelia) and on through his list of people and things for which he is …
It’ll All Come Out In The Wash
It’s no use! The stain is not coming out. I had splurged on the outfit for our daughter to wear to a special end of third grade grandmother-mother-daughter tea party. The event was so special and Caroline had experienced her first chocolate fountain, something she would later request for her wedding reception. The top she …
Jesus Loves You The Most
Christmas is half a year away in either direction, but we keep the nativity play set out all year. We sing Away In A Manger each time the babies press the angel on top to start the music and often at bedtime. One day recently, my grandson held the baby Jesus as we sang and …
Do You Hear That?
My digital photo frame was a gift from a dear friend who is now family. I’m not the only one who enjoys watching the pictures cycle through during mealtimes as it sits adjacent to the kitchen table. I was completely unaware that it could accept videos until one accidentally found its way in during a …
Called By Name
I remember being called Mrs. Ross as a newlywed and thinking Mrs. Ross is my mother in law. I readily identified as Paul’s wife but Mrs. Ross was a title that took some growing into. In fact, I commonly asked to be called Mrs. LeAnn because it seemed less formal and made it easier for …
Life and Peace
What informs my thoughts? It’s a question I had to ask myself as I struggled to find sleep one night this week. I had simply scrolled my social long enough to reply to several comments and wish a few happy birthdays. There, in a birthday post, was a tiny tidbit of information I wished I …
A Fitting Reply 