“Mom, mom” he said in a hushed voice as I stood by the bathroom telling the three year old to get off the toilet. “Go to sleep…” I replied in a bored voice. “Mom, mom, come here.” The almost eight year old repeated. I half-heartedly walked a couple of steps closer to him and said…… Continue reading Listening for the gentle whisper
“But plums are not dessert, they are a snack.” The three year old argued after I told him he couldn’t have one. “But you didn’t eat enough supper” I replied. In fact, he had generously given me half of his supper after he decided he was done eating. Such a nice boy to share his…… Continue reading Theology in Parenting: Justification
“I’d like a loaf of Chelsea’s bread please.” Immediately I realized my mistake as the employee behind the counter smiled at me. It’s French bread, not Chelsea’s bread. The deli is called Chelsea’s—the lady knows that. Why can’t I talk properly? My face flushed as I stumbled over my words—completely mortified by the simple mistake.…… Continue reading Remember Chelsea’s Deli?