What My Children Have Taught Me About Being Present

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“See, see!” my three year old demanded from the backseat of the car.

We were listening to a favorite album by a local children’s band; he wanted to see the album cover displayed on my phone. It wasn’t the right cover at all – my computer had mashed it up with the listing for a subpar Arcade Fire album. So instead of a happy looking singer in front of bright colors, the cover was of overly dramatic white marble statues in front of a black background.

“Hun, it hasn’t changed in the last two minutes,” I said. I had showed to him just a moment earlier. “Besides, it’s not even the right cover.”

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A Boy and His Worm

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“We have to tell my dad he can’t buy those worms,” I told my husband, panic rising in my voice.

As we were on the way to a fishing trip, this was a major problem. New plan – obtain white bread for our hooks instead of night crawlers. No worms would be harmed in this outdoors experience.

Normally, my kids are fine with the more gruesome parts of the “circle of life.” They know where meat comes from and we’ve seen deer hit by cars and trains. Worms shouldn’t be a problem.

But this was different.

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How My Mom Inspired Me to Support My Kids’ Love of Music

How My Mom Inspired Me to Support My Kids' Love of Music (Photo: Child playing a drum set)

Honk! the saxophone squawked as I held it just inches from my face. I winced. My five year old blew into the mouthpiece again, but thankfully didn’t produce any sound this time around.

“You made a noise! That’s great!” I cheered.

I flashed back to when I first started playing the saxophone in fifth grade. I was much older than my kids are now, but I’m pretty sure my initial efforts weren’t any better. My mom talked me out of taking up trombone – I understand why now.

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Applying What We Teach Our Kids to Ourselves

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“Mama, [kid’s classmate] told me he was stronger than me,” said my five year old, nicknamed Sprout. “But I’m faster than him.”

“Well, you can tell him that you’re faster than him,” I responded, then immediately regretted it. “Actually, no. That wouldn’t be a good thing to say.” One, I had no idea if my kid was actually faster than the other kid. Two and more importantly, starting a comparison war was going to lead to nowhere good very quickly.

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How My Son Taught Me to Fall in Love with Reading All Over Again

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“I don’t mind if my kid doesn’t read in kindergarten,” I thought to myself when I heard about schools raising standards of what they expect kids to know. “That’s so early anyway.”

But my lack of expectations didn’t keep a smile from spreading over my face as we sat with my five-year-old on the couch. Book in hand, I was listening to him recognize short sight words and painfully sound out longer ones. “My kid is reading!!” my mind and heart screamed, like a fan girl at a teenybopper concert. Instead, my mouth said, “You’re doing awesome, honey! I can tell how hard you’re working on reading.”

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How I Protect My Kids’ Online Privacy as a Blogger

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“I’m going to tweet that!” I proclaimed after my older son did something so very kid-funny.

“No. Don’t tweet that,” my five year old son replied, frowning.

“Oh,” I hesitated. “I guess I won’t then.”

“Mommy would never post anything you don’t want her to,” my husband chimed in.

I almost said, “Well, I didn’t say that.” Instead, I nodded.

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What My Son Being Scared at a Movie Taught Me About Trust

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“Noooooo!” my older son yells at the screen as a giant seal almost swallows the penguin protagonist of Happy Feet.

“I know it’s scary!” I affirm. “But do you really think they’ll kill off the main character in this type of movie?”

“No,” he admits.

“Trust me. Trust the characters that they’ll get out okay,” I assure him. He sits back down to watch the movie.

I get his fear because I’ve experienced it myself. Like him, I get deeply immersed in fictional worlds, caring about the characters as if they’re people I know.

Beyond stories, I also know that fear of not being able to trust that everything will be okay. How often have I had his “noooo!” in my head, albeit internally? How often have I not trusted the people who surround me to pull off some form of a happy ending for everyone?

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