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The questions I have and a few truths I've learned along the way...
But I am careful about what I’m wishing for. I’m wishing to be brave and bold. I’m wishing to follow through on long held dreams. I’m wishing to show up and do the work for the work’s sake. I’m wishing to put myself out there a bit more, to dare and chance and dream. And so if all I end up with is an email file filled with receipts that I tried and took a risk I will still have gotten what I wished for.
The Hate U Give will definitely be on my best books of the year list. I am obsessed with this story. The characters in this are so incredibly and authentically written that I found myself so sad to leave them when I got to the last page.
But sometimes I wonder if it’s even more that that. Maybe it’s a reminder of God’s love and care for me still. A physical representation that God cares about me enough to send me a sign, an answer to the rawest and most vulnerable questions my heart holds. These two babies and their unique hair color came during a season of my life when I so desperately needed to know that God was good. Could God’s answer to the biggest questions and fears I have about Him lie in the hair atop my daughters’ heads? An answer I desperately need to hear? Maybe it is a God thing…
Our kids don’t need us to do it all. They need us to do the stuff that makes us come alive as parents, whether it’s getting out for adventures or creating beautiful crafts, cooking dinner together or homeschooling. I’ve learned from experience that crafts are not fun when mom is tense and short fused the whole time. Neither are adventures out. The kids won’t know the stuff you didn’t do with them. (They’re not on instagram. They don’t even know that making your own paint with cornstarch and food coloring is a thing.)
So, El Deafo. This book wrecked me. I am obviously very invested in this topic, the story of a young girl who goes deaf at age 4 due to a bout with meningitis, and her subsequent years living in the hearing world with hearing aids, not quite in but not quite out. This is CeeCee Bell’s true story, written in graphic novel form. Liam and I read it together and I don’t have enough space here to fully convey how great of an experience it was.
