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Let Love In

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Let Love In

As parents, it’s easy to see where our children need love. They need love when they’ve had a bad day at school. They need love when they missed the ball at practice. They need love when their brother tore the head off their favorite baby doll. And they need love when the dog won’t play with them after they spilled their noodles on the floor and when they lied about finishing their homework. The job of a parent might include the roles of chef, chauffeur, nurse, counselor, teacher, preacher, laundry-doer, and referee; but no matter which role you’re taking on, being a parent always involves dishing out love.

As moms and dads, we’re consumed with the needs of our children. We want to build their self-esteem and their character. We want to foster creativity and inspire faith. We try to teach them to play fair and share. We spend every waking moment creating this list of things to do just make sure we’re hitting the mark. But there is one thing we sometimes forget, and it’s really simple. We’re people too!

Just because we’re parents doesn’t mean we don’t have our own inexplicable bouts of grumpiness. Being moms doesn’t make us exempt from overwhelming loneliness or feelings of failure. Sometimes the hardest thing to do is to stop ourselves in the middle of our own destructive patterns and just let love in.

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Love is Not Genetic

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For a while my kids were so into Duck Dynasty that we had it saved on our DVR. I didn’t even realize a new season had started until I noticed three episodes were saved, so I turned it on. It’s one thing my husband and I don’t argue about. He doesn’t love my HGTV obsession and I seriously cannot stand watching someone hunt or fish on TV, so Willy and Jase give us a little sliver of neutral ground.

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The ZooCrew in Monroe, Louisiana. My grandpa use to say you can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your friend’s nose… but you can pick the nose of a Robertson.

So, I hit play- as the show ended I realized there were actually two episodes saved together, one was Duck Dynasty and the other was a new spin-off, Expanding the Dynasty, which chronicles the new journey of Jep and Jessica Robertson, as they venture down Adoption Road.

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He Had Me at Hello

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Things are pretty tough in the Zoo right now. I’m having to spend big chunks of time separated from my husband and manage the bulk of the household on my own. Meanwhile, he is scrambling to cover the financial side of this partnership, and he’s under a huge amount of strain. There’s nothing like sleeping all alone to give you hours upon hours of reflection.

The other night I was flipping through the channels. When I can’t sleep I like to find an old movie, one I know by heart, and turn it on. I can close my eyes, listen to the dialogue, and picture the movie in my mind. This helps me turn off the constant questioning that buzzes on in my brain. “Do I have enough in the bank to cover the cell phone bill? When is the last day to pay the cable? Are we out of fruit snacks? Did Trenton show me his reading log? Did Jayden find his shoes? Did we feed the turtles today? How hard could it be to tape and float sheetrock?”….. It goes on and on, so if I can find a movie, one I already know, I can usually go to sleep. Read the rest of this entry

Still here

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I’m sitting in this hospital room again. There’s nothing like the cold sterile surroundings of a place like this to make you seek our your blessings. Honestly I feel like I spend too much time here, but just when I start to let my inner-child pout a little bit, something always slaps me back into reality.
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A Hallmark Moment

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Last night my husband had the foresight to ask Blondie and her Beau if they would do a little babysitting so he could take me out for a Valentine’s date, a day early. I don’t know why, I got those teenager bubbles in my stomach. I had a new red dress hanging in the closet, so Blondie and I made a voyage to buy new shoes, a few accessories, and for the first time all week, I broke out the good mascara. I even bought him a Hallmark! Read the rest of this entry

Peace, Love, FOOTBALL?

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I interrupt my regularly scheduled walks down memory lane to ask you, my oh-so-smart blog-followers,  if this makes any sense to you, what-so-ever! Every year it seems a theme floats around the football fields. Whether it’s animal prints or blingy shirts, there is always something “on trend.”

This year, everything is Peace signs. I thought it was cute when my Golden Girl brought home her Peace Sign bag for dance camp. Then I started seeing the signs everywhere.  It’s Peace, Love, Cheer and Peace, Love, Dance, and Peace, Love, VolleyBall, and Peace, Love, Tiger Paws…

Cute enough, right? But then I ordered a shirt to wear in support of my son, #68. I love that boy who is racking up the tackles. I put on my Tiger Blue T’shirt that half the other moms are wearing and suddenly it occurred to me: Peace, Love, FOOTBALL? What kind of oxymoron is that? Read the rest of this entry

Some Say Love

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Well, it’s Monday again, and even though I’m seriously behind on paperwork, and I really need to get my pen in hand and get busy, I came across a song last week that I knew I should share as one of my Monday Music Memories.

In our house, there’s a lot of noise all the time! Most of it is karaoke. Blondie is forever learning new songs for her shows, and I’m forever suggesting old ones that any crowd will love. A lot of the time my mom-in-law comes over and we sit at the table picking songs while Blondie serenades us. One day last week she clicked on an oldie that took me back to a day long ago.

My sisters and I were decked out in matching lavender colored polka dot dresses. Five little girls with dirty blonde hair all dressed the same, watching my dad get remarried. (Now there’s a picture I need to dig up!) I’m not gonna lie, at first, I was not happy about this idea. Like any kid, I wanted my daddy back at home, with me. I didn’t wanna share him with his new wife, or these new girls.

My new sister Amy was my age. We were both used to being the oldest, and neither of us was too keen on this idea of our parents liking each other. So, we teamed up. Yep, me made a plan to split our parents up. We were sure if we carried this plan out, we’d have our families back together in no time. We got out crayons and paper and we drew up a plan. Step 1 was going to be destroying the water bed in their room, thus creating the fight of the century. We headed to their room, with butter knives in hand, aiming to poke a few holes, when we heard footsteps headed our way! Read the rest of this entry

Why Am I THAAAAT Girl?

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What is it about Valentine’s Day that has ALWAYS left a sour taste in my mouth? Starting back in the 2nd grade, I learned that this day is nothing more than over-hyped bologna! Its so commercialized at this point there is absolutely no meaning left.The more I think about it, the more I realize Valentine’s Day really is my “bah-humbug” day because I can’t stop the sinister thoughts from flowing.

Tell me why elementary schools force kids to pass out cards to every kid in class? Why are we telling our first grade daughters to go around giving everyone a heart that says “be mine, hugs and kisses, XoXo”, and then we act surprised when they want to date the entire football team fifteen years later. Didn’t we set them up for that when we quit letting them pick and choose who to give their Valentine’s too? I think that rule (give every one a card) must have been fairly new when I was in elementary school, because I clearly remember there being a boy who let me know he only gave me a card because he HAD to. Oh well, I survived it. I learned right then that not every boy was gonna wanna XoXo with me.

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