By Jeff, on July 9th, 2010
I think summer is the by far the best time of the year! Not just because the weather is warm and the days long. I love it because my daughter is home all day long. Now, for some people that may not be exactly a good thing but I really believe it is a matter of perspective. In the grand scheme of things, we have these children for such a short time. I want to enjoy and appreciate every moment. Sometimes that means playing a video game I don’t necessarily want to play. Sometimes it means watching a show I don’t necessarily want to watch. But if watching that show or playing that game gives me a moment where my daughter snuggles up close to me… I’ll take it every time. You see, I know and accept that there will come a day (all too soon) when she will be too old for snuggling and video games with dad. She will be talking on the phone and focused on her social life and that is how it should be I guess. I just don’t want to look back with any regrets… longing for a time when she wanted to be with me but I was too busy.
Summer allows me this time more than ever and that is why it is my favorite time of the year!
What do you think? What are summer breaks like for you? What are some things you do to make summer a wonderful time?
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By JoyH, on May 27th, 2009
Dirty faced babies running outside in the sunshine, and all but one is mine. Oh, he’s mine on some level, same grin and orneriness, same hair… the grandbaby runs, transfixed on his Uncle Eli, all of 3 years old, copying every move, and Eli plays, alternately miffed at the intrusion of attention lost, and loving the adoration and company. It’s so much different than the life that we plan out, isn’t it? I sit poised on the edge of 40, no time to worry about wrinkles with the multitude of children, and ponder what’s gone on. But one huge difference still affects each of my days-my son. I was given a son at the age of 16. I knew nothing. I had babysat, but that is NOT the same. (Can I get an amen?) « Continue reading »
By author unknown, on May 14th, 2009
Once there were two expectant mothers.
One carried and cared for you beneath her beating heart
She became your Birthmother.
The other carried the hope of you within her.
She became your Mom. « Continue reading »
By Heidi Naylor, on April 28th, 2009
I used to hate Mother’s day. Not because I was not grateful for my Mother or for what my Grandmothers did for me. They were and are great women. I hated Mothers day because it was a day to remember and honor mothers. Something I longed so badly to be but was not. « Continue reading »
By tifdarling, on April 25th, 2009
Every social work job I’ve done has had a profound effect on me personally, and I don’t see how it couldn’t for every other social worker. I’ve seen people of all walks of life and I really learn the meaning of “love one another” that Christ teaches us first hand. You have to love the people you are trying to “help them help themselves” and better their lives. « Continue reading »
