The Two Rules of Parenting

A great reminder…

Beautiful Life with Cancer

Toddler Madison and I were waiting in a loooong return line at Target after a long day of shopping. Madison had reached her max and I knew it, although I watched her patiently roaming around and still staying close to Momma.

And then she took me by surprise, I watched with confused eyes while Madison laid down on the floor and began to kick her legs and pound her fists on the floor of Target. I could hear the judgemental inhales and the eyes of those around me almost burned through me. I walked over, scooped up my little girl and returned to the line. She sat on my hip, waiting…again…patiently.

When the stares had turned away from us, I whispered to Madison, “What was that about?”

She smiled and whispered back to me, “I saw that on Tom and Jerry.”

“Oh. OK.” And we continued on with our day…

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When a GIRL……

Do you know a beautiful girl like this?

Simply Me 😉

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When a GIRL is quiet millions of things are running in her mind. When a GIRL is not arguing she is thinking deeply. When a GIRL looks at you with eyes full of questions she is wondering how long you will be around. When a GIRL answers ‘I am fine’ after a few seconds she is not at all fine. When a GIRL stares at you she is wondering why you are lying. When a GIRL lays on your chest she is wishing for you to be hers forever. When a GIRL wants to see you everyday she wants to be pampered. When a GIRL says ‘I love you’ she means it. When a GIRL says ‘I miss you’ so no one in this world can miss you more than that! 🙂

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Thursday Doors 

I am not sure I am getting this right, but going to try it. First post to Thursday Doors. My goal has been to get back into more photography. I dropped it when my brother died, as it was something we shared and it made me sad. Well, he would want me to stay with it. So here goes.


This open door is in Savannah, GA. I liked all the stickers and the invitation to go in. The lighting inside is mysterious and intriguing. Want to go in?

Advice for My Son Before Middle School…and for Me, Too

I can’t think of any better advice…for everyone!

Words No One is Reading

Summer break begins this week, which means that In less than three months my son will begin middle school. This truly seems impossible, as I have such a vivid recollection of holding my sobbing wife after we dropped him off at daycare for the first time. That was over eleven years ago. I know from experience and from the words of people older and wiser than me that time isn’t going to slow down any. On the contrary, it will most likely seem to accelerate. If I had the middle school years to do over, these are five things I would want to consider, so I will share them with my son. I’m sure he won’t want to listen, but between the eye-rolling and sighing, maybe something will stick.

1. Don’t take things too seriously: Despite what you might hear, there really is no “permanent record” at your age. You…

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A True Little Story

I just want to share a little true story today. It is NOT a shameless plug for my Etsy shop, but a heartwarming note about love.

Mother’s Day is Sunday, May 10, here in the United States. That means that kids and families will be celebrating the love of moms. Well, this week, too late to ship at a reasonable rate to New York from Oregon, there was an order for a “just a thought” pillow placed in my shop….

mom love This is it…a tiny little love note, if you will.

The man who ordered it had requested delivery in time for Mother’s Day, but it was going to cost $18 to ship it. The pillow sells for $8.

I began a “convo” with the man about the cost to ship vs. the value of the pillow. I am copying his reply below…

“Yes the shipping does seem very silly. $18 shipping for an eight dollar item.  But this is the gift my daughter wants to give my wife for Mother’s Day so it is what it is. Thank you.”

I was touched by several things here. One, the time it took this daughter to search the millions of listings on Etsy to find this one little $8 item that she wanted for her mother. Two, the patience the father exhibited to place the order and communicate with me several times, when he could have taken the girl to a neighborhood store so easily. Three, the willingness to pay this “very silly” price to make his daughter and his wife happy. My reply to him when I posted the bill for the freight difference…

“Happy Mother’s Day to one loved mom!”

It really isn’t about the gift or the cost…it is all about the love!