Dwell (FMF)

Terrorist attacks, holiday sales, gifts to buy, cards to write, refugees, riots, injustice, political debates…

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Don’t we talk about this every year- the forgetting to slow and dwell and be grateful? Do we never learn? Never remember?

Maybe that is why we have thanksgiving every year instead of every big numbered anniversary (like the 400th year the pilgrims landed). Think about it.

In the daily list and media fed frenzy, I forget.
I forget to dwell.
I forget to enjoy the kiddos we have in our home while they are here.
I forget how precious the time the kiddos and I have together is.

So when I remember I slow down; restart. Remember to dwell with them. Live, laugh, read the same book over and over changing to a British accent because I cannot stand to listen to my own voice saying the same words over again.

I don’t dwell on my mistake of forgetting. That would be wasting the time I’ve been given to love them while they dwell in my life.


 

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Five Minute Friday is a link-up where you free write for 5 minutes on the topic. This week’s topic is Dwell. Find other blogger’s interpretations here.

Now does anyone have any other tips for when a little kid wants you to read the same story again…and again…and again?

Value of Birthdays

There was a birthday in our family this month.

I have always marveled at why we celebrate birthdays.

In everything, every present, every surprise, every smile, I wanted to remind the birthday girl of how much she is loved. She is wanted in our family. We rejoice over the day she was born, when she began to exist as an independent yet irreplaceable member of our family.

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Maybe reading an article about suicide influenced my passion. Oh, and a friend who almost died suddenly. Hard things that pushed me to make sure my loved ones know how much I really love them. I want to remind everyone in my life of how much they are worth. Remind them of their intrinsic value. Continue reading “Value of Birthdays”

The Only Reason I Make My Bed

My little sister made my bed the other day. I came up and there she was, propping up the pillows.

“Oh, wow. Thanks Sweetie,” I said. She nodded.

“Yeah, when I see your bed not made, I make it ’cause maybe a social worker will come today and I don’t want our room a mess.”

“Good point. I’ll remember to make it tomorrow…”

Little Curls

“Oh, look at her little curls on the ends of her hair! Isn’t she just precious?” swooned a kind lady about my foster sister.

“She sure is,” I replied.

It had taken a couple tries to get her hair to lie like that, covering the bald spot where the curls had been taken for a hair follicle drug test.

But I didn’t mention that.

No One Stays

Thoughts:

Do what you can with the time that you have with the people you have.

No one stays in your life forever. Not foster kids. Not biological kids. Not parents. Not best friends. No one.

They may be gone tomorrow or next week or 50 years from now. You just never know.


Continue reading “No One Stays”