All posts tagged: relationships

From Disneyland to Duck Dynasty: Our Obsession with “Real”

I sat in the hydraulic chair in the well-decorated salon, under the glare of halogen lights and surrounded by walls painted earthy shades of gray and brick red and dried-leaf brown. My roots glared ugly at me in the mirror, a bland mixture of mud puddle and pebble gray. The blonde that covered most of my head is more my “real” color; the non-color nearest my scalp was a hormone-delivered post-natal gift: after I had children, my hair became nondescript, colorless. But we have a remedy for that. So I was sitting in the chair, under the expert care of my niece, a lovely thing in her mid-twenties. I’ve known her in every hair color, since we first opened an at-home highlight kit and I pulled her strands through the holes in a plastic cap with a crochet hook. She’s currently a deep, chestnut brown and her hair’s cut in a bob. She looks every bit a dolly. We begin bringing my own hair back to its real color. And we talk about real. We …

Six Inches of Freedom – Parenting Independent Children {A guest post}

She first climbed out of her crib at 9 months of age. She landed with a thunk on the nursery floor that brought us parents, new and a bit intense, running to her aid. We found her up and into the basket of toys that hailed her attention in the morning light, unhurt by her awkward tumble to the floor. She got to where she wanted and she was happy. This fierce independence has long been a driving motivator in her life. My first born! That I survived her was proof enough that I could handle any child. *** Won’t you click the link and read the rest of this post, (including three reasons why we should foster an independent spirit in our children) at my friend, Shari’s blog? Shari blogs at Leaving a Legacy. Like many of us, Shari’s been handed some things in life that she wasn’t sure she had the strength to overcome, but you’ll see after just a few clicks into her pages, that Shari had a faith in God that …

Let Them Eat Love {a communion of grace}

I  sift flour into a bowl. With my hands I mix the butter until it disappears into the flour silk-smooth. I pat and push the mixture and press the heart cutter deep into the soft layers of dough. I make heart biscuits for the beloved souls that gather around my table. Heart shaped food.  A silly demonstration of the pulse of my heart: how can I convince them how much I love them? So I feed them love. I feed them heart-shaped cookies and dough and meatloaf, even. I want them to taste it, savor it, digest the love in it not just the fun or the flavors of a holiday. This is my offering. This is my communion table. Do you know? I ask, do you know how deeply loved you are?  I write lists.  Lists of reasons they are special. Amazing. Funny things, dear things, memories that we share. A list for each one, written in pink permanent ink in my own hand – not typed or purchased or computer generated. My thoughts, …

A New Person in Christ {Second Chance Blessings}

I am a new person in Christ – Ephesians 2:15 The Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime. -Psalm 40:11 Simple truths robe this Monday morning and the ties that wrap round me begin with “I am a new person in Christ” and “My  Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime”. There is always enough of God’s lovingkindness to envelope me and tie me in snug. Winterlight flickers tender through gray February clouds. Coffee steams in mugs the color of earth and robin’s eggs. Coffee’s distinctive scent is undetectable until the cherry pits are roasted, heat applied and the seeds crack and brown and the richness is wooed from the fibers of the seed. And it’s scent is a comfort. And my friend sits opposite of me, our faces both bare of makeup, hair undone, and we visit in the comfort of morning light and coffee scent. Our legs drawn up, we curl on cushions like cats not ready to tackle the to-do lists of the day. And we are not young anymore. …

Redeemed Beauty {thoughts on Loveliness}

When I first saw her, I was smitten. Completely. She was, even as an infant, Lord Byron’s mysterious heroine: She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that’s best of dark and bright Meets in her aspect and her eyes; And I shook my head (still do) at the funny fact that this Norwegian actually gave birth to something as dark-eyed and brown as she. I have four, kids (half Filipino) often complimented for their good looks. And then the following comment follows: They don’t look anything like you! Do people ask if they’re adopted? Thank you, I know there is no resemblance and Yes, I’m asked that often. But I’m okay with it. I think every mother drinks in the miracle beauty of her children. We don the love goggles before we cradle their new, warm bodies in trembling arms. To us, they were beauties in the silent stages of the womb. Hands on bellies, we marveled at their development, prayed, asked for protection for this life that …