Hindsight is 20/20. I’m almost 50. As an older and wiser mother, I see areas in which I could’ve done better raising my boys. If I had it to do over, I’d do a few things differently. One is I’d intentionally celebrate Passover with them.
I mean, let’s be honest: everyone has the potential to be the prodigal – the self-centered, wreckless brat; the older brother – the unforgiving, self-righteous jerk; or the father – the merciful leader who shows abundant grace. Shucks, my kids and husband might say I am all three in a day!
Jackson and his winning third grade science project.
Get ready for the next play!
Everything was perfect. Except that, I was having a miscarriage, and we were being kicked off the cruise.
Ok, perhaps I could fit one more bucket behind the marital bucket of bones, but the adolescent skeletons are back there. And behind the adolescent buckets are family of origin bones.
The “what-if” game is constantly playing inside my brain… But what if I quit?
The Perfect Set Up It was a beautiful spring day in Naples, Florida. A perfect day for beach bums. The sun was shining, the breeze was gently blowing, and the kids were in the car, ready to go. The easy part was done. Setting up on the beach with small children in tow would be…
Running, jumping, leaping, whirring up then around the bend. Flipping, flapping, fluttering, flying went the dragon and his best friend. “May I join you on the journey?” asked the boy who wrote them real. Then the daring dragon bowed And the three of them set sail. My less than #50preciouswords 📖 story is going to…
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