Saturday, July 18, 2015

Small Kindnesses

I stayed home sick from high school one day.  I hated high school, and regularly took advantage of my father's liberal policy toward "mental health days," but this time I was really, really sick.  Strep throat, if I remember right.  When my dad got home from work that afternoon, I was bundled up in an enormous sleeping bag, napping in the sun on the back porch (this was Northeastern Ohio, remember, so sun was a rarity worth soaking up).  I was miserable.  Groggy. Grumpy. And my dad kept trying to cajole me into a better mood--which, if you think about it, generally only makes the grumpy grumpier.

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Anxiety is a Jerk

I'm having some anxiety lately.  I think I know why...

Here is a picture of my girls with my parents, taken four years ago almost to the day:


A lot has changed since that picture.  Four years could be a lifetime.  Those two girls--then a tween and a "big girl"--are now both solidly TEEN, how did that even happen?  I don't know.  But--as scary as having teenagers can be--that's not the source of my anxiety.