Monthly Archives: March 2014

Great Day

Short entry for a full day well spent.  Tonight I helped celebrate the mentors in our district who make s difference in the lives of children every day.


Father to Son


Tonight was one of those nights that are just fun.  We agreed to have dinner with our neighbors on a whim.  We splurged and dropped the kids in hourly care that looks more like an indoor amusement park than a babysitting service.   Good company, good food, happy and carefree.

On the way home we gather our children.  Hubs actually goes inside and let’s me stay in the car.  At that point, the mood of the evening shifted.  B is infatuated with the candy jar at the checkout counter.  The candy is there on the honor system.  Take one and leave a few cents behind.  Tonight he asked his father for two.  He was told he may have one.  B decided one extra wouldn’t be noticed and took two anyway, sliding one inside his jacket as he turned away from the counter.   Dad saw the whole thing and B is busted.

We know kids make mistakes.  We even remember some of our own.  I remember stealing a pair of Barbie shoes from my neighbor, Sultana.  At the time I justified it by telling myself that she had many, many pairs of Barbie shoes and that because I had a little sister I was forced to share Barbies with, I had mismatched, chewed on, Barbie shoes.  I wasnt caught but I have felt guilty about those shoes for years!  Tonight my son made the same decision his mother, and almost anyone else who has ever been 8 has made.  He made the wrong choice based only on his wants.

After a silent car ride home my husband took B into his room.  I could hear the conversation through the door.  B was being punished for refusing to obey his father, but more importantly, my husband was quietly explaining that he was being punished because he did not act with honor.  He told his son that it was important to learn these lessons now so that someday when he is a man he will know in his heart how to make the right decisions.  Men, behave with honor.  Even when no one is looking.  While it seems like such a small thing, a piece of candy, the lesson is one we never outgrow.  I chose to leave this conversation to father and son.  I heard my husband tell his son that he is loved.  We are proud of him.  And that the most important thing we can do is learn from our mistakes.

March in Texas

WRITE. Every day in March write a slice of life story on your own blog. SHARE. Link your post in the comments on each daily call for slice of life stories here at TWT. GIVE. Comment on at least three other slice of life stories/blogs.


Yesterday I began the day in shorts and a short sleeved shirt.  Outside, looking over the spoils of hub’s latest fishing trip, the temperature dropped 10 degrees in under five minutes.  A cold wind blew in that felt like someone turned on a window unit full blast.  That wind hasn’t stopped yet.
Tonight we are under a winter storm watch.  Thunder, lightning, and cold rain fill the sky with the promise of freezing.
If you are not from the south you don’t understand how life stands still for a little frozen precipitation.  The sad truth is, we don’t prepare.  We have no reason to.  We know heat. We know hurricanes. We cancel school at the first sign of a snowflake.
Temperatures dipping into the 20’s or even 30’s guarantee mothers across the Bayou City will be tuned in to the 10 pm or 5 am news glued to the screen waiting to hear of school closings.  I will be right there with them.  The thought of making up a day later seems far far away while the possibility of curling up with my boys, a fire, and a book… That seems like heaven.

My first post – Basketball Season 1

My first post, my first day of the Slice of Life challenge…..

See that kid?

He’s mine.

The one on the bench.

The B team player who  plays with his shoes instead of watching  A team .

He’s the one you have to remind “offense,” “defense,” and which man to guard.

He’s the one who will let a rebound fall right in front of him because he’s a little afraid, and a little unsure of what he would do if he caught it.

He’s the one who never picked up a basketball before this season.

He’s the one his team cheers on when the ball hits the backboard in warm-ups.

He’s the one who has yet to score, but he has fun playing.

He’s the one who has “most improved.”

He is the one who, for the first time, knows what it feels like to be part of a team.

Today he was the one walking with his head high, and a little swagger in his step that is new to me, as they called his team for championship trophies.

See that kid?

He’s mine.

And I couldn’t be prouder.