Category Archives: The Little Girl

Saved by a note.

My seven year old hands me another handwritten note.  It is the third or fourth one I’ve received today. Eden tries to pass it off to me while I’m smack in the middle of dinner preparations.  “Honey, why don’t you put that … Continue reading

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You can’t drive a car without knowing the truth about Santa.

The new swimming season is in full swing.  That means I am spending a good portion of my day sitting on a hard bench as my three children take turns swimming laps and practicing dives. Tonight, Eden  is in the stands … Continue reading

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Reorganized priorities.

I’m waiting at the stoplight, hoping to get a green arrow through this crowded intersection, wondering if I managed to trip that elusive trigger in time.  I have eight million things I desperately need to accomplish tonight and shaving a … Continue reading

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Consoling words from a seven year old.

As a mom, there are many things I hoped my children would not inherit from my half of the gene pool:  my curly hair, my lousy metabolism, my emotional dependency on salty items. And there are lots of things I had … Continue reading

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Chicken salad for dinner.

Eden, my seven year old, is in the backyard playing with a friend.  They jump on the trampoline, run up and down our hill, then climb up the slide on our swingset before collapsing in a sweaty heap on the … Continue reading

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Harry Potter reassurance.

I’m driving my youngest child to her swimming lessons.  Few things in this world give me as much joy as looking in the rear view mirror as I back out of the driveway and seeing her donning swim goggles before we … Continue reading

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Flashback Friday: Still my baby.

Yesterday, my youngest child, my baby had the audacity to turn seven years old.  Apparently, you can NOT forbid someone from growing older.  Heaven knows I’ve tried. On their birthdays, my children make the decision on what to have for dinner. … Continue reading

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