“I’m going to cry so much! This is the last year I’ll be able to count his age on one hand.” This was a statement my friend Patricia made during one of our recent play dates. I have been mostly dreading the upcoming send off to Kindergarten, and this observation was just another tear jerking point to add to the list. Thanks for that, P. I’m actually writing this the night before your 5th birthday. Everyone is asleep, and I probably won’t get much of that. Just like I didn’t 5 years ago. This was partly due to the ridiculous bladder of a 40 week pregnant woman. Mostly, though, I…
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3 Words that Define Us
Caucasian. Hispanic. African-American. Asian. Other ________________. Other? (insert confused emoji face here) Confession: I am 33 years old and, to this day, I wonder if I fill this box in correctly. I was born in the United States. I only speak English, though I like to think my Spanish vocabulary is decent. My mom has blonde hair and blue eyes and grew up in the South. But fun fact: my dad is actually from Lebanon. Dear fellow Tennessee friends, I’m talking about the country, not the home of the outlet mall. Can you tell I get this a lot? I honestly wonder when I circle in that “Caucasian” bubble, if…
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Tunnel Vision: Seeking the Light at the End of the Tunnel
Have you ever felt like you belong to People Pleaser’s Anonymous? Stressing more than you should over the opinions of others? This has been something I have wrestled with for as long as I can remember. As I grow older, and I’d like to think a bit wiser, I am learning this exhausting habit does not serve anyone well. Myself included. God, give me tunnel vision This is a prayer thought that came to mind after a recent moment of public parenting. I took my littles to an indoor trampoline park that ended in some pretty ugly tantrums. Let me add, being kicked by one of my own as we…
