I received two pieces of bad news recently. And I’m using the power of a preposition to get me through. I remember learning about prepositions in the 8th grade. Mrs. Scarlett, my English teacher, described them as words that show how a bird might interact with a birdhouse. For example,…
Have you ever heard the story of the monkey that just won’t let go of the bananas? At the gist of this story is attachment. What are we not willing to let go of? What are we holding on to tightly that isn’t serving us? What ideas, programs, practices, hopes, dreams and expectations are jeopardizing our safety and our sanity?
There is definitely a part of me that gets sad when I see my kids baby faces in old pictures. I miss the less busy days at home or their cute little voices or their solvable problems. But I really wouldn’t want things to stay that way. Growth is why we came to earth. Growth is a sign of life.
I hate that I am over forty years old and I still need validation. I guess I thought by now I would hold my head high and strut around with confidence in myself, with disregard to any one else’s opinion. I’m almost there, but I allow doubt to creep into my mind ever so slightly, mainly in the area of homeschooling.
I was in the first grade, and I had lost a reading book that my teacher let me take home. The book was due back, but it was no where to be found. I looked and looked. Mrs. Johnson kept bugging me to return the book. I so wanted to please my teacher and felt terrible that I had let her down.