Month: January 2016

Outlier

Jack and I had a long home-bound wintry snow day. We went to McDonald’s twice (or two times too many), simply to get him out of the house. We can’t go to public places on weekends like regular people because of unpredictable behavior problems. Jack won’t wear winter clothes and go outside to play. It’s cold and wet out, and…

Dear Blog

Dear This Blog, I’ve been having a hard time with you, of late. The only things I want to say to you aren’t heartfelt treatises on the beauties found in the struggles of life. Turns out, the things I’ve got to say are raw, difficult things—things so real they make me feel guilty for sharing. But, my blog, you are…

A Game of Beach Reads

I can always tell when the crazy ratchets up a few notches in my life, because I lose the ability to read anything substantive. Books are the canary in the coal mine, revealing the state of my mental health. When I’m losing my marbles because everything is more wild, I can’t focus on anything literary or even remotely challenging. Reading…

Quotable Truman

Things that Truman has recently said: “Charlie is using the zizzers.” “I want to be thirst!” “I’m firsty, mom.” “It’s too bright! The sun is looking at me!” “I made a penguin at preschool. I like it.” “It’s in the rondry room.”

Be Glad

There was an LDS General Conference talk last October that people are referencing like crazy, including me, apparently. The message was that if you pray and ask what you specifically should do to change, improve, and feel peace, the spirit will tell you. So I tried it, because I’m always looking for a hefty dose of peaceful. This is what…

Raising anxious children is my Everest

This morning as Truman screamed at me to fix his train tracks (which I had just rebuilt for him), I shut my bedroom door, locked it, and curled up in the armchair with my fingers in my ears. This was how I prayed for patience to handle my preschooler today. I’ve been kind of blue for awhile, not in a major,…

It’s the doing that means something

I read an article today that someone linked to Facebook. It talked about the fairly common feeling of not doing enough or being enough—not making a big enough difference in the world. I’m not sure why most of us feel this way, at least some of the time. It’s the sense of being a fraud, of not actually being as smart, capable, creative, or…