Persist. It’s a word that’s been lingering in the background of my life the last couple of years. Sometimes a whispered encouragement. Sometimes a challenge, a goal I feel too tired to achieve. It can sound inspiring – like when we hear it attributed to Olympic athletes who have endured bruises, blisters, long practices, the…Read more »
Category: Stories
Strengthened by Grace
It was a lazy Saturday. There was nowhere we needed to be and what ‘needed’ to be done had been determined by us, it wasn’t dictated by outside parties. The children milled about doing odd jobs and odder activities – one was wearing pajamas and rubber boots and burning things in the fire-pit, I busied…Read more »
Happy New Year!
Today we stand at the beginning of a new year and most of us are looking forward. Maybe with excitement and anticipation wondering what the year will hold. Maybe with resolve, determined to change certain behaviours in the hope the year ahead will be better than the one behind. At this time of year, many…Read more »
I Still Have Kids. They Still Go to School. They Still Ride a Bus.
September is not quite upon us, and yet I sit here surrounded by silence. Why? Because today is the first day of school. If you’ve followed this blog for a while, you’ll no doubt be surprised at a first-day-of-school blog appearing on the actual first day of school. It hasn’t happened before. Two years ago…Read more »
The Gift
It has happened. I have turned not just another year older, but another decade older. All with the passing of one day. Funny how so much can change between a sunset and a sunrise. How something that was always on its way, feels like it came suddenly. As my husband discovered the ill-fated birthday he came…Read more »
The Dance
I want to tell you a story, but I don’t know quite how to start. Do I start by saying that I need to get real and tell you the truth? No. That doesn’t feel right because it has all been real and I have always tried to share the truth – about me and…Read more »
Mennonite Olympics
Every culture has their thing that they’re known for. In the inner circles. By the members. Usually it’s not the lofty creeds or inspiring words of the founding fathers. It’s something more ‘rubber meets the road,’ an everyday life kind of thing. I am a Mennonite. Our ‘things’ are God, food, and cleanliness. The order…Read more »
I Have Kids, They Ride a Bus
September is once again upon us. I’m not sure how it snuck up so quickly. I can’t exactly recall how the lazy amble of July rolled into August and the summer slipped by; but it did. Now the days of playing outside in various states of dress/undress have been replaced with my stern reprimands of,…Read more »
When the Music Plays . . .
It was a quiet afternoon. I was working at the table with Max sprawled across several chairs beside me, lazily flipping through his sister’s piano book. Suddenly, he sat bolt upright, his bright eyes snapping. “Mom, listen to the words of this song,” he breathed excitedly. Curious as to what so captured a seven-year-old boy…Read more »
Soft
We were leaving the home where my Grandma lived, piling into the mini-van in comfortable chaos. Above the noise, I heard Koby speaking, “Mommy.” Making sure everyone was buckled up, I turned to him as we pulled out of the parking lot. Driving away from Grandma. Unaware of time’s relentless march, and that we had…Read more »