Tag: Childhood

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Thou Mayest… Freewill… This brings SO many thoughts and feelings to my mind. My tatoo For a long time now, my youngest sons – twins, Caleb and Aaron – and I have been talking about getting coordinating tattoos. We discussed getting matching tatts, but…

Love Covers

  Proverbs 10:12 Hatred stirs up conflict, but love covers over all wrongs. I just lean into this on the regular so as not to drown in mommy-guilt. I’ve been giving this parenting thing a bunch of thought lately.  Okay, I’ve been giving it…

Daddy’s Girl

When I was a child, even before starting school, I can remember knowing that I wasn’t someone who people thought of as a nice, polite little girlie-girl.  My mother, on the regular, would bend down next to my ear when I was in “public” …

Step On Up

I remember the first time I met him.  He was all of two years old and the tiniest little replica of his daddy.  It was adoration at first sight for me.  He was a bit of a show off and knew he had his…

Houses of Cards and Undersized Shoes

Typically coming into one’s own is thought to happen sometime in one’s early 20’s.  We leave the secure (or often unsecure) nest of our parents.  We see that other people live differently, the world is a big amazing place and we shift our way…

Expectations and Crutches

I often ponder what happened to my family of origin.  I haven’t even begun to make sense of it all.  I carry it with me every moment of the day just under the surface.  I’ve gotten pretty good at accepting that my father has never…

Scott – Part 2 A LETTER FOR LATER (1991)

Scotty, Tomorrow afternoon you and I will be going to your kindergarten orientation. You’re going to Elms Elementary School. Mrs. Huffman, your teacher is very kind. You will be in her morning class from 9:15 until 11:50 each day. I can’t believe this is…

…………………… HIS………………….

  Opinionated, educated, sensitive strong, a leader, fragile “That girl’s got moxie!” Betrayed by her sisters Shunned by her brothers “That woman’s a Bitch!” Shame, Fear, Loneliness Strength, Peace, Frailty “That child is mine.”

Scott – Part 1 First Night Home

                  I remember bringing him home from the hospital, 28 years to the day, like it happened last week. He had that beautiful jaundiced skin that looked so healthy to this new mama and he kept…

Forgiving that little brat…

I find that whenever I write about my childhood or almost anytime before I was a “grownup,” I have a tendency to apologize for who I used to be, almost as if I was her just yesterday.  I still feel HUGE shame for the person I…

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