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To the kind woman two streets over,
You have absolutely no idea the joy you brought to my five year old son tonight. His “Big Buzz” toy broke beyond repair a while back, which was devastating for my Toy Story obsessed kid. After weeks of scouring Facebook marketplace for one, I made a post in a community group I’m in for my beautiful new town. I asked if anyone might have a “Big Buzz” they no longer needed, more than willing to pay for it. You could have easily scrolled by, but instead you reached out and told me you had one that your son no longer played with… and that he would be happy to pass…
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“Normal Life” Hesitant.
I have debated back and forth about whether or not to write about this. I’ve tried very hard to steer clear of the whole topic because I know it’s very contentious and personal, and there are so many differing views and opinions surrounding it. …but this space, even while public, is personal to me. It’s where I come to sort things out, and right now I am struggling with something personal. I am not a risk taker. I never have been. The rush and exhilaration some feel that comes with taking risks, even planned ones, does not appeal to me. As I’ve gotten older I’ve realized that I am a…
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He Finally Sleeps.
I come with a message of hope. This is P. This morning I *dragged* him out of bed at 9:30am. He definitely would have slept longer, but he had already been out for 12 hours and I want him to go to bed on time tonight. For anyone who is fairly new here, you might be wondering why a kid sleeping in a bunk bed is newsworthy, but, oh, seeing *this kid* sleep is still a big thing for me. You see, P is my third child. I already kind of had my hands full with a four year old and two year old when he was born, but I…
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Faith*
I don’t often write about my faith on here. I mean, I allude to it or mention it in passing every once in a while, and I’m sure anyone who has been following me long enough has been able to put two and two together. But to just come out and talk about it makes me nervous, particularly when it’s with anyone who doesn’t know me well yet. Why, you ask? When it has come up with others in the past, my quiet statement of, “yes, I go to church” is often met with a small but weighted response: “Oh”. It’s just two letters, but it often feels SO loaded.…
