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Simple Candy Bar

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Simple Candy Bar

We seemed to be having a semi-successful grocery store shopping trip.  No tantrums to speak of, no arguing between the boys.  No one seemed to get lost this time as they wandered off looking for cereal.

At 4 and 6 years of age, I felt we had made it.  We had arrived.  Like all good moms, each son had a job.  Either picking out the item that I read to them…or estimate how much we would probably spend as each item was placed in the cart.

The grocery store music filled my ears as I pulled in the check out line.  As I looked at a mom I knew two lines over who could not control her what appeared to be three year old child, I felt sorry for her.  Okay, I will admit it, I felt rather smug as we waited calmly for our turn. Continue reading Simple Candy Bar

Simple Kickball

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Simple Kickball

We have all went through it. Being picked for teams. In my case it was a simple kickball game.

I wasn’t the most athletic kid in the world, but I wasn’t the least either. So I was always picked some time in the middle of the “picking” process. I had gotten use to it, it wasn’t that good, but it wasn’t that bad either.

This particular day there was a new girl. She wasn’t in the best of clothes and had a lot of acne on her face. And yes, you guessed it…she was picked dead last. The look on her face was one I will never forget, and never wanted to experience myself. Thankfully she was on my team and we became friends. She wasn’t picked last again…but someone else was… Continue reading Simple Kickball

Simple Building

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Simple Building

The young group of children sat at my feet. I tried to gather them all around as a mother hen would gather her chicks. Most of the time it worked. “Boys and girls, it is time for our Bible story” I said. One little boy decided that putting the final touches on his tower of blocks was much more important than listening to me, so he ignored the request. The other six children put their things away, but Ryan chose to continue his project.

“Oh, look, I am so proud of the way Chad has put his things away and come to the circle.” I said (as all good teachers have been trained to say). This didn’t get Ryan’s attention. He continued on with his mission. “Sarah, thank you for listening to me and putting your things away in order to come to the circle.” The words fell flat again. Ryan did seem proud of Ryan and Sarah, but no change in his behavior. Continue reading Simple Building