Posts Tagged ‘life lessons’


people give me
seeds of wisdom
that make no sense
to me

i (try to)
tend them
while seeking
the right place
to plant them
so they

usually i hold
each seed
for months,
even years,
before i know
where (and
how) to

last wednesday,
someone handed me
a seed, and i thought,
“huh. i think i know
what to do
with this.”


then, on friday,
only two days

i found
where to
and i was

without that seed,
i might have
breathed fire
instead of planting
what may
a flower

maybe, i ought
consider not
breathing fire,
setting aside
space in my garden
until i’ve found
just the right
seed for


Running & a middle school boy’s wisdom

My son and husband are watching a televised track meet being held in my hometown.

My mom used to take my siblings running along that track. We were all fast runners, something I thought we’d inherited from our dad until my mom’s cousin exclaimed how fast she always ran.

I was in middle school the one and only time I was chosen first for a team. My P.E. teacher explained my class would be running various durations for the next several weeks. She’d pool each team’s time for each run and tally them at the end. The team ending the challenge with the shortest total running time would get a school store credit.

Tim, a quiet boy I knew only as a skater, was named a team leader. He was told he could choose before other team leaders. He named me without skipping a beat.

I was shocked. A weirdo in weird clothes, I was always chosen last or close to it. It never occurred to me that a middle schooler might choose teammates based not on popularity but skill. Indeed, many adults haven’t mastered this! Read more…

Leaving stones unturned

There’s this TV
detective, Backstrom,
who hates everything but
catching bad guys

Racing to find a victim
before she dies, he
grudgingly joins a
prayer circle;
he did, after all,
say he’d do anything
to find her
(no caveats
for things he finds ludicrous)

In stillness,
he sees things
concealed from him

He finds
not by seeking
something new
but by stopping to view
what’s already there

(like today)
I need to
remind myself
(like Backstrom)
that the answer isn’t always
in finding every stone to turn
but in standing still long enough
to see the ones
already there
all along

Laughing at myself

“Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies?” a small, bespectacled girl asked me as I left the grocery store.

“No, thank you!” I said as I cruised past.

“Good job being brave!” I heard her mom encouraging her.

Her mom’s words bounced around my brain as I crossed the lot toward my car.

Brave? I guess it is, huh?

I turned around and returned to the girl’s table.

“Tell you what!” I said as I handed her five dollars. Read more…

Be brave without me

Yesterday I cooked five dishes in one two-hour burst. This wasn’t my idea of fun, but a first practice run.

I go back to work in three weeks. I will be gone almost twelve hours daily, leaving me with just one waking hour each evening to spend with my kiddos.

I want to spend every minute of that with my kids.

Every. Single. One.

So, for now and once each week before returning, I’m building my cooking multitasking muscles by cooking many large dishes in one short burst.


Driving to preschool this morning, still aching at the thought of being separated from my kids so much, I interrupted my four-year-old’s Ninja Turtle drawing. “Soon we won’t have this much time together every morning, so I’m glad we have it now.”

“Are you going back to work?” he inquired, still drawing. Read more…

Escape from Terror Teacher

I knew something was wrong with my son’s new school the moment I absorbed the incident report.

My initial response was horror. “My sweet, sensitive son did that? What on earth is happening at the school for him to do such a thing?”

Exhausted from tending to his baby brother and in the throes of post partum depression, I focused my chagrin on him. “I am so disappointed in you!” I told him repeatedly as we drove home.

“But he told me I had to!” Read more…

Sorry, kiddo. Lesson learned.

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