I get it. You’re home all day with your preschool kids while he’s at work.You’re the one who gets the gum out of your two-year-old’s hair, even if somebody else gave him the gum.It’s you, and only you, who has to deal with crayon on the...
When Cole turned 10, we gave him a red, Swiss Army pocket knife, which he carried with him everywhere. If we needed a piece of twine cut or a bottle opened, he was our man. (Emphasis on man.) The knife was a rite of passage; a symbol that we trusted him. And it was a...
If you follow my blog, you’ve probably heard me talk about ‘Control Girls’. I, myself, am a Control Girl, but I’m asking God to take the ‘control’ out of the ‘girl’. And though he’s gradually answering my prayer,...
Some years ago, I served on a jury. On trial was Carlos, who was being charged with home invasion and assault.The prosecuting attorney did a great job, and after three days of evidence, I figured Carlos would be a shoo-in for ‘guilty’. Most of the other...
In class, after their teacher had explained a reading assignment which needed a parent signature, some third graders had an idea. They decided that in stead of doing the reading, it might be easier to just sign their parents’ names.Turned out, it...
It’s Yellow Ball Monday, and Jen Spica has the ball!My husband and I have tried to train our young girls is how to accept gifts—both ones they like and ones they don’t. It is so hard to receive an unwanted gift with thankful heart and words. But what about when...