Braces. My daughter is getting them today on her teeth, but I wish I could put them on her soul.
There was one local match to my query, and their website has an awesome interactive allergy page that gave me options of what we could eat. I was excited, very excited about this new option. I parked and picked up our youngest from daycare and ran into the downtown restaurant, wondering if I had enough hands to hold a large hot pizza box AND a baby who can walk but not follow directions.
I recently made a pilgrimage with my children to the place of little girls’ dreams, The American Girl Store. As we sat down to have lunch at the bistro, my 7-year-old, Avery, drew my attention to some cards on the table with questions to foster discussion.
“Alright,” I thought, and smiled. “This is my moment to practice what I preach and spend some quality time having a fun conversation with my kid.”
When my first child was born I remember thinking, “I want to protect every minute of this new life”, because she was so precious, beautiful and vulnerable. Realizing that these were her first breaths of life I felt an overwhelming responsibility to ensure that she learn all of the right lessons in life - starting with the story of God.