One of my biggest nightmares as a mother came true two weeks ago when our daughter Marleigh (age 6.5) tripped in the back yard and broke her arm. Three days, one surgery with two pins, and a cast later, here we are.
For the first time ever, I am a proud owner of a real Christmas tree. The gifts are almost wrapped. The elves are up their usual antics….and if I am being honest…..even better, more elaborate antics, since the 12 year-old is now in on the “gig.” If someone looked in on our life via our Christmas greetings or even through the window of our home, it looks, sounds and smells like Christmas per usual.
I would like to start this post by saying it is not intended to spark any political arguments. Being a good human is a trait that should span any and every party line. Only two people know what truly happened on the evening in question in 1982, and I do not claim to be one of them.
“Be a good man.”
This simple phrase is one my husband has been repeating to our son since he could understand the words. Henry, now age (almost) 4, knows what it takes to be a good man at the very basic level. It started simply: holding doors for people, letting his sister go first, being a good sharer and a kind friend. Over time, it has grown as he has: stopping when someone asks him to the first time, apologizing when he is in the wrong, using words instead of force, accepting punishment for his actions when necessary.
[Oprah Voice]: You get a prize! And YOU get a prize!
We were completely overwhelmed by the response we received on our Mother’s Day Giveaway over the last two weeks. It’s really no surprise, though. Moms love free stuff. And heck – we deserve it! There was no way we could have chosen a winner on our own, so we compiled the hundreds of comments and entries into one database and chose two numbers at random.