Walk with the wise and you become wise… Proverbs 13:20
Last week we had a light dusting of snow first thing in the morning. Leaving for the bus stop, I advised Jocelyn to hold onto the railing as she went down our front steps. At six years of age, she thought she knew better. She stepped down without holding on. Of course she slipped on the icy layer hidden under the snow, and landed on her butt.
My sons, Zack and Mason, are the best of friends. People compliment me on it, as if I did something to create their amazing bond. Truth be told, I did nothing but give birth to them twenty-two months apart. I always presumed the closeness in age led to their closeness as brothers.
There’s a concert hall just one exit north of us called
Zack is officially a “tweener.” He’s fulfilling that job description well by arguing with me over just about everything. It really rubs me the wrong way; I am the parent, after all.
It took Mason forever to learn how to whistle. Now that he knows how, he’s making up for lost time. Being able to whistle both in and out, he whistles unceasingly, morning, noon, and night. He whistles while tying his shoes, doing his homework, making his bed, you name it.
One morning, back when my kids were probably seven, five and one, the stars magically aligned and I was able to make everyone’s bed before school. All day long, as I glimpsed those smooth surfaces, I felt a sense of peace and accomplishment. They were the only clear expanses in my otherwise messy and chaotic house. Wanting more of that, I set that as my daily goal.
I love when the clocks fall back for daylight savings. I always thought it was because all that cold and darkness gives me a reason to hunker down and hibernate. It’s the time of year I don’t feel all the spring and summer pressure to get outside, create great adventures, and strive to “seize the day.”
Every year I try to make Advent sacred. While they color her
I hosted the Christmas gathering for my
My sister-in-law, Kathy, is on