It is unlikely that given a chance to do it over, I would be able to change my tendencies....but oh, how I would take into account all I have learned in these latter years....this article sums it up.
Just sayin'.
http://www.businessinsider.com/the-way-we-raise-children-today-might-do-more-harm-than-good-2017-7
Monday, July 24, 2017
Monday, July 17, 2017
Faith Got Buzzed
I'm so happy with my girl's hairtrim....more aptly, buzz.....she has been sassy since it was cut this morning------she loves it! Some pics are lighter and more washed-out cuz she is so dark it is hard to get her face to show up, so I fiddled with the lighting setting on my camera.....
I make no apologies for all this fawning over my dog. I wanted to do it with Dear Daughter but she likes her privacy.
Ya gotta love the tongue...
I make no apologies for all this fawning over my dog. I wanted to do it with Dear Daughter but she likes her privacy.
Sunday, July 9, 2017
Wishful Thinking 1
I was in the grocer's this evening and went down an aisle where something caught my eye.
It was a whoopy cushion.
I wish I'd have purchased whoopy cushions every time I saw one when Dear Daughter was young. She seemed to love them. The one I saw today was grand; not one of the flimsy ones but one that perhaps would weather many uses on unsuspecting victims.
I have had many wishes the past two years. Today's made me smile. My mind's eye can just picture the fun she would have with this one. Unfortunately, mostly at my expense. (And I don't mean monetarily.)
It was a whoopy cushion.
I wish I'd have purchased whoopy cushions every time I saw one when Dear Daughter was young. She seemed to love them. The one I saw today was grand; not one of the flimsy ones but one that perhaps would weather many uses on unsuspecting victims.
I have had many wishes the past two years. Today's made me smile. My mind's eye can just picture the fun she would have with this one. Unfortunately, mostly at my expense. (And I don't mean monetarily.)
Tuesday, July 4, 2017
Faith's First
Tonight is Faith's first 4th of July with me.
For several days random fireworks have troubled her....she's been tearing through the place, looking for the solo demon sounds that threatened her domain.
Nothing I could say stopped her frenzy, until an hour ago when I took her in my arms and let her settle in the crook of my right arm. That is her definitive safe place.
As I write this paragraph, the town's annual fireworks display is beginning its grand finale. How satisfying to find her still cuddling in my arm, oblivious to the care she had previously assigned herself to said demons.
If I could just learn to keep myself resting in God's arm. Oh, the comfort of exhaled, complete trust-rest.
For several days random fireworks have troubled her....she's been tearing through the place, looking for the solo demon sounds that threatened her domain.
Nothing I could say stopped her frenzy, until an hour ago when I took her in my arms and let her settle in the crook of my right arm. That is her definitive safe place.
As I write this paragraph, the town's annual fireworks display is beginning its grand finale. How satisfying to find her still cuddling in my arm, oblivious to the care she had previously assigned herself to said demons.
If I could just learn to keep myself resting in God's arm. Oh, the comfort of exhaled, complete trust-rest.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)