My inspiration for this record of my days:

“The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less” -Anna Quindlen

Wednesday, April 18, 2012



The other day we watched a documentary that showed some bighorn sheep fighting for dominance.  Today that was the image that came to my mind as I tried to get the kids off to school.

There are those in my household… particularly the young of the male species… that are constantly challenging my authority.  

They don’t seem to believe (and I think they are actually sincere in this belief) that I should have any more authority than they do.  They don’t think I have a right to make rules and/or enforce them.  They sneer at me when I try to correct something they do, and tell me that I’m not perfect myself.  When I tell them to do something they don’t really feel like doing, they try to pretend they didn’t hear me, or let me know they will do it when they’re good and ready.

Sheeeesh!  Maybe what I need is a good strong set of horns or antlers.

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