We’ve always kept dress-up supplies in all sizes available for the kids to use. I enjoy watching their imaginations explode with the help of a simple piece of fabric. Most days our house is home to archers, spies and princess warriors. Forts are erected, and the kids disappear into a world of make believe. Halloween is one day of the year where a whole lot of people will play make believe together with the bonus addition of candy. Seeing children... [Read More]Read more
We spent Saturday at our Alma Mater taking in this year’s homecoming festivities. We live close enough to visit several times a year for sporting events, but this visit was different.
This was the first time in over a decade I walked across campus alone. I offered to walk back to where we had parked our vehicle and move it closer to the football stadium.
I started out walking briskly against the crowd heading to the stadium. My pace slowed the farther from the stadium I moved and the closer I walked to the center of campus. The sun was bright and a breeze was rustling yellowed leaves in the branches overhead while my feet crunched the fallen leaves on the sidewalk. I couldn’t help think about what that place meant to me and the lasting ripples paths crossed there have on my present life.
I stopped and stared at a side door in the Student Union that led to a staircase I climbed countless times on my way to Student Publications. I was blessed to know and work with a diverse group of intelligent, talented people in that office. I would meet the man I would marry in that office. The news of the critical event that changed the future course of my career and ultimately led to me opting to stay home with our children, happened in that building. That office. That building. That place. I’m grateful for the yes I gave to that university not truly understanding what impact those years would have.
My course veered through the pasture that sits surrounded by college buildings housing classrooms I spent hours of my early 20s sitting in. I walked on sidewalks I spent days, weeks, months and years walking across as I pursued by degree and ultimately a better understanding of who I was. That place, the people I met there, the circumstances I lived in and through, all brought me to the place I am now.
It wasn’t my first choice (or second choice) for the place I wanted to spend my college years. It happened to be the best choice in a plan I can’t see. I’m grateful for what I have now and for who I am now that is so closely intertwined to that place I called home for four years almost 15 years ago. Life moved so quickly since college graduation that I really never took a moment to truly be grateful for that place and the role it played.
I’ve done more research than I care to admit on gardening. I’ve read article after article and cannot seem to grow a thing. Gardening advice is hard for me to comprehend. My friends, who manage to grow food, seem magical to me. This year I didn’t even attempt to plant anything. Our apple tree, which was already full grown when we moved in, decided to show me the glory of nature…again. Our tree sits in the backyard next to our... [Read More]Read more
I didn’t go to the Denver Broncos football game on Sunday thinking I’d be able to use my day as a teachable moment for my kids. I went to the game with my husband to visit with friends we hardly ever see and have an experience without my lovely children. We arrived at Sports Authority Field at Mile High almost four hours before kickoff, something we would never have done with four kids in tow. We didn’t really have any... [Read More]Read more
There are days when it’s for the best that my normally vigilant children don’t catch everything I do or say. Today is one of those days. It was a chilly 45 degrees and rainy this morning when the boys were dressing for school. Today was school picture day for the two younger boys. They came out of their room in shorts and the prerequisite polo shirt. Me: “No shorts. Change into jeans.” Nine-year-old son: “Jeans are too thick. They aren’t... [Read More]Read more
I watched our oldest son carefully listen to the directions as he nervously played with the harness he was wearing. He had chosen an aerial obstacle course to celebrate turning 12 years old, and this past weekend we ran from our over-scheduled lives to Keystone, South Dakota to let him give it a try. He was minutes away from climbing above the earth and into the trees above our heads. I could tell he was a little nervous. His only... [Read More]Read more
B: “Mom I think people would say you’re passionate.” It was 7:15 a.m., and we were heading out of the driveway to get my tween to school. I’ve learned he almost always picks the most random times to bring up topics that need a little work to get through. Deep breath. Me: “Would you call me passionate?’ B: “For sure. When the coaches say to fire up, I think about how you are sometimes.” Seriously, kids miss nothing. Me: “I... [Read More]Read more
My emotions have been raw this week. I feel unsteady and frazzled. I took two phone calls this week from people telling me of the unexpected deaths of two people I served side-by-side with on different boards. They shared my passion for children, literacy and our community. They were here one day and gone the next. I’ve struggled to find peace in what I don’t understand. I stood in my front yard and listened to children playing during recess at... [Read More]Read more
It was 9:10 p.m. We had been at the football field for three hours. The sun had set long ago, and the air was chilly. I stood with two friends and my husband when we heard the referee say the words we had been longing for, “That’s time coach.” Followed by an addition we could have done without, “There are eight plays left. Do you want to play them?” Ugh. I wanted to answer for them, ” No. Just make... [Read More]Read more
Every time one of the kids asks the question, “Why?”, I cringe and prepare myself for an epic battle of How Smart is Mom. I always lose at this game. Every “Why?” leads to another “Why?” There’s no end until I throw up my hands in defeat with my final answer, “I’m not sure.” Questions of morality are the most difficult. Opening the door in their minds to discuss the horrible things people do to each other does a number... [Read More]Read more