I was the one who would show up in a fancy dress and sneakers.  I remember my mom telling me how my kindergarten teacher made the comment that I would come to school so cute and by the end of the day...well, I wouldn't be.  I played tag hard and tumbled, and raced across monkey bars.  I never cared if my shoes got dirty or if my hair was still braided, or if red Kool-Aid stained my new light-blue dress. But I am realizing more and more that my inability to … [Read more...]

I work quickly, moving the mop back and forth across the 1920's wood floor.  The same wood floor we worked day and night refinishing before the first baby was born.   That was four babies ago, and now finding time just to wash them seems impossible sometimes.   But there, something catches my eye and brings me to an abrupt halt.  There in the gleam of the light, is the outline of a little tiny footprint - one left by the baby moving to toddlerhood.  The same … [Read more...]