Tuesday, January 28, 2014

sols: frozen



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With children
there are many firsts
that you experience together
and this weekend we had another first.

We arrived early
to the frozen oval to
lace up a new kind of boot:
A boot with a blade of steel.

The girls were excited,
but unsure of the possibilities.
Standing-balancing-walking
were our hopes for this first try.

The excitement was building
and the hesitation was thick.
(Probably because Momma and Daddy
haven't glided in quite awhile!)

First one foot, then the other.
Whoa! (Arms up!) Slip, slide.
Catch yourself.  Balance.
(Don't breathe!)

Holding onto a little one's hand
so tightly to help stay
balanced and upright.
We gently began to move forward.

Off she goes!


One was brave and
couldn't wait to take another lap.
Falling down and quickly,
easily standing back up.






Skating with Daddy.



The other, not so sure.
Excited to try, and
step, step, step with each foot.
But ready for a rest and then more.





It was a first like no other.
Ice skating with three and
a half year olds was an
amazing moment to remember.

And now we are looking forward
to the next trip to the ice rink to skate
with no pressure of what
the future may hold.




Tuesday, January 21, 2014

sols: a gift of words



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One of the best gifts I give myself is time to write Monday evenings for the Tuesday Slice of Life.  That writing time allows me the opportunity to think about the little moments in my life.  Sometimes those moments are big and important.  Other times it's a funny moment that made me laugh.  Or a celebration, a word, a poem about the ordinary life.  I'm still amazed that I have been writing each week for over three years!

Yet, there is another gift . . .

My mom and dad have published my writing.  Just this past Christmas, I received volume five of my blog writing.  Yes, I have five books filled with my words -- and yours.  I usually flip through the book.  Smile.  Laugh.  Remember my stories.  Then, in the past, each volume was placed safely on a bookshelf to sit.  Where it waited to be opened and read to bring my words to life again.

Yet, this gift was different . . . 

After finding a home for all the new gifts, volume five sat patiently on the side table in my living room.  Waiting for something different.  It didn't quickly join the other volumes on the bookshelf.  Each morning I read two devotional books.  I decided to add a slice (or two!) of my writing as well.  My words dance on the page, tell my stories, bring me tears of laughter and joy.

Yet, there is something more . . .

Your words matter.  My words tell my story, but your words, your comments tell me your story and how our lives are connected.  Writing can be a quiet, secluded practice, but I am so thankful for your voice and to know that I am not alone on this journey.

Your words connect our stories.

Reading a slice of life overflowing with comments is the perfect way to start the day. 
Thanks Mom and Dad! 


When was the last time you went back and read your writing?  
I suggest you go back for a taste.  You won't be disappointed.


Tuesday, January 14, 2014

sols: my one little word



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I waited.  And waited.  I thought.  And I looked.

I read and I read.  Blog post after blog post.

I wanted that story.  A gift in the beauty of one little word.

I had words.  Words surrounded me.

Balance.  Time.  Healthy.  ME.  Faith.  Possibilities.

I initially thought my word was going to be ME.  After having my girls three and a half years ago, ME has been lost.  Me never comes first.  ME?  If there was time . . . which, if you are a parent, know that is, um, like, never.

And I'm good with that because children are the most beautiful gift from God.

But in the midst of being a mother, I am looking to BALANCE my TIME to be HEALTHY for ME and having FAITH in all the POSSIBILITIES.

And, yet, choosing the word ME felt selfish.  It was too much about ME.  It didn't feel right.

Of course, my one little word is about still about me.  It provides a focus for the year.  A reminder of what I want to think about.  A train of thought.  A mantra of sorts.  

I wanted my word to give ME strength this year.

Strength in my relationship with Christ through God's word.
Strength in my quest to eat healthier and be stronger for my family in all aspects of my life: physically, mentally, and emotionally.
Strength in my balance of life and finding time to balance all that I need and want to do and accepting that I can't do it all!
Strength in my parenting with patience, love, and kind words and actions with my girls.  I want them to know Jesus and obey God's word.
Strength in my marriage to nurture our relationship that has been altered by parenthood.
Strength in my growth as a teacher-leader to be the best me in the classroom.

And there it is.

My one little word for 2014 - STRENGTH.  Beginning with the strength from above.

"But the Lord stood with me and gave me strength." 2 Timothy 4:17
Strength
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Tuesday, January 7, 2014

sols: today is mine



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The two week break from school (with now an additional two days) was needed. {Joy.}

However, it wasn't what I had imagined . . .
reading all day
relaxing with my feet up on the couch
doing a lot of nothing

It was more like . . .
constant go-go-go chaos
projects, baking, cleaning, shopping
scheduled {much-loved} family time

Yet, today is mine.  And that is why I am even more grateful for the additional two *cold* days.  People always joke about needing a vacation after a vacation.  After the last two weeks of busyness, I was celebrating a day of not going and doing. {Joy.}

Because of the extreme cold, we were forced to stay inside.  Monday was a relaxing day playing in our newly finished basement {Joy.}: trains, reading, a movie, marble run building.  Today my girls will go to "school" -- their new daycare to meet new friends, play with new toys, and experience new learning.  I will be missing them and looking forward to the pick-up this afternoon to hear all about their first day. {Joy.}

So, today is mine.  All mine.  I have a to-do list.  It's not short.  But it doesn't all need to be completed.  A little organizing.  A little cleaning.  A little OLW searching.  A little slice of life commenting.  {Joy.}



Oh, and I have yet to open my school bag . . . But I'm thinking that can wait until Wednesday when I return the contents to school in my new rolling bag. {Joy.}

Because today is mine.  I am going to enjoy today.