I fear for her. I know how much she wants to win, and how fragile her heart is. I also know how bad her team is this year and that no kid has the capacity to score. Except her. And she’s stuck on defense trying valiantly to keep the other team from scoring. She plays the whole game. She has to. Against her survival instinct, she flings her body in the path of much larger girls. When she runs, her…
This post started out as a way for me to explain the revolution in Egypt to my kids. But then it changed. From the moment we’re born, until the moment we die – life is hard. Physically, psychologically, emotionally, politically, in love and in war, in sickness and in health, forever and ever – life is a long lesson on enduring hardships. We crackle to life in a fit of energy and gestate in the safest place we’ll ever know…
In the Spring of 2010, I did something terrible. Our youngest daughter, Cozette, who was 6 at the time, was gathering flowers of weeds that were beginning to overrun our yard. The good shepherd that I am tried explaining to her that weeds are lies, and that their flowers are deceptions to keep us from pulling them up by the roots so that they don’t steal the nutrients from the grass. She smiled up at me and said, “But grass…
The story of a little girl, a dance recital and two loose front teeth.
Being a parent is hard. Children are time consuming, money consuming, food consuming, and emotionally draining. People fill novels with the trials and triumphs of parenthood. And frankly, I didn’t even like kids before we had one of our own. It was so cool, however, that we had two. But you want to know what I love most about being a parent? Being a lion. The note here is an example of one that our youngest daughter Cozette (6) writes…
