I like to run, but it doesn’t come easily to me. I’ve always said, “I’m not a runner.” When I was in high school I was always the last person to finish the obligatory weekly “fun run.” (What sick P.E.
There are times when I want to walk out the door, slam it shut and start over. When the girls are fighting and won’t listen to reason or ask for help; dinner is burning and the baby is wrapped around
Have you ever seen a stone sheep enclosure on a hillside? When I first moved to this country I lived in Scotland and, driving along country roads, suddenly on a hillside would be a circular stone wall built in a
Yesterday I crouched down to my littlest child’s level and instead of looking at him, I looked up. I could see the kitchen cupboards (and all the food spots on them from various spillages– try to ignore those), I could
This week I have been reminded of the value of making mistakes. A friend was telling me about his teenage daughter’s intense desire to create ‘perfect’ art. She is a talented young lady, though he says that part of her
Readers of yesterday’s post (below) will know that I was exploring the idea of being results-oriented or process-oriented in my parenting. The idea being that focussing solely on results (obedience, being heeded, etc.) eclipses the opportunity for greater learning, self-awareness
This morning I’m thinking about attachment to results. First, a bit of background.