DAY 27 (Read Day 1 “OK, Honey. Challenge Accepted!” Post)
Alarm sounds, eyes pop open, a kick with the right foot and sheets uncover all of me. Legs lift and carry me to the bathroom containing baby soaps, baby shampoos and bleached white towels. First of four women to take the shower, with embarrassment I confess, the last to walk out the door.
DAY 12 (Read Day 1 “OK, Honey. Challenge Accepted!” Post)
Not a proud moment, nor a memory easily erased when a new gouge in the car interior upholstery now haunts me each time I drive. Realistically, it won’t be the last one and obviously wasn’t my first Mom tantrum.
In a moment of weakness, I failed. Now what?
DAY 8 (Read Day 1 “OK, Honey. Challenge Accepted!” Post)
Character development is a constant conversation between myself and my teens. Eye rolls occur, “I know, Mom” are spoken words and sporadically, on remote occasions, there is a remorseful apology given without prompt when a mistake has been uncovered.
“I’m sorry,” he said, with tears in his eyes. Tears not from getting caught, not from the consequence poured out, but salty drips of remorse from the disappointment he sensed over his choice.
DAY 2 (Read Day 1 “OK, Honey. Challenge Accepted!” Post)
Not even a sunset passes before occasion to implement that which I teach is staged before me.
“Your passions, those characteristics and talents that God has gifted you with need exercise, need nurturing, need practice and the only way to do that is by actively doing hard things.”
The girls listened, nodded their heads and even responded with ideas of how their young teen lives could be productive and prepatory for what God has for them in the future. We closed our journals and I prayed for them to find ways to employ what they learned.