My husband and I were sitting around a table at a wedding. We were among friends, and the conversation was jumping from one couple to another as we caught up with each other. Someone asked my husband “how is your son?” He gave a brief rundown, and I interjected with “It’s been great! Everyone’s son should get cancer.” Our son …
Being a parent is just plain hard. There is no other way to say it. We love these little people with whom we are entrusted with all of our heart. Through them we can feel the most rewarding joy and the most wretched pain.
A powerful teacher does not tell their students what to do, rather they help them understand their reasoning, teach reciprocal respect, and recognize the worth of each individual, all of which allows the choice for wisdom to flourish.
Even when I was up to my elbows in diapers, laundry, and crying babies, I knew time was precious and I needed to treasure each moment.
The busier we become the less time we spend focusing on what will draw us closer to God.
When we make the assumption that we have more power and influence than we actually have, or that our family or friend is helpless to handle difficult situations on their own we take the responsibility away from them and open ourselves up to be overwhelmed.
At times I think my kids thought I was the meanest mom in the world, and I guess I am okay with that. They know I love them no matter what, but they also know that I want them to be the best they can be.
As the sun first peaked over the skyline it offered a bright light to our journey, but nothing compared to what we could see from the top. Life is full of opportunities to seek after and pursue the things that matter the most to us.