We have one of those ducks that has a stick for a handle and two little circles with flaps for wheels. Chris and I were laughing tonight when we realized it's only two weeks until my mom comes for Christmas. Sami is already ready for the presents--she tried to open the presents I'm going to mail. She's only 1! But, the duck. Last Christmas, my mom was such an awesome playmate for Autumn. She and Autumn went for walks--miles and miles--up and down our short hallway. My mom would be hunched over pushing the duck and Autumn would be pushing her stroller. They'd get to the end and they'd turn right back around. When my mom and the duck got tired, they took a break. But, Autumn was always adamant within a few minutes that the duck wasn't tired anymore. So, they went for long, long walks together...inside =0) I hope the duck is ready to go for some more walks! Or rather, I hope my mom is! She's such an awesome grandma!
The other day I was discussing a book with my mom and explaining to her my concern about how "blame" is cast upon the child in the story. My mom commented about how deeply I read and consider what is written. Sometimes I wonder if I go overboard. Am I questioning too much? Am I overreacting? Why am I reacting this way? I come back to knowing that God wired me this way. But, I also reflect on how God has guided my path through the maze of books I've read over the past few years and what I've learned from the books themselves and from reading them. Recently, I read a book that troubled me. The book I finished reading was Guiltless Living by Ginger Hubbard. When I began reading it, I found myself puzzled and then disconcerted. And in the end, I cried. But, I cried for a different reason than one might suspect. I'd like to explain. I did not read Ms. Hubbard's previous book “ Don't Make Me Count to Three ”, but I knew from f...
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