One recent Saturday morning, our two youngest children greeted us for some snuggling and giggling. This is one of my favorite weekend rituals.
Enjoy some of our silliness:
I’ve watched these over and over and can’t help but giggle and smile.
Parenting children. It makes you do silly things. Especially if you’re kinda silly to begin with.
My seven-year-old son and I were playing in the snow. I pulled some moss off a tree and shoved it up my nose.
“Look, Hon! I’m The Lorax!”
He laughed heartily.
Exactly what I was hoping for.
Sometimes as a parent, you need to “let go,” and let your kids go!
We were at a carnival and my sweet-and-pensive nine-year-old daughter wanted to ride only two things.
The carousel? No. The jumping house? No.
The mechanical bull. And the Zipline.
This is when you transform yourself into
You support their dreams.
You cheer them on with zest.
Even if, on the inside, you are worried and cringing. Watch my daughter as she adventures down the Zipline.
When your child says to you, “Mom, when I grow up, I want to be a fairy and have magic fairy dust and live under a toadstool and wear a skirt made out of a tulip and drink Koolaid out of a thimble.”
Do you say:
Don’t be silly. There’s no such thing as fairies.
You’ll be a beautiful fairy and you can visit the clovers in my backyard any day.
I try to support my childrens’ imaginations and dreams.
Even if Fairy University might not be my very first choice of schools.