What I Think Children Know Deep Down

I walked, with daughter in hand, to the door of our church nursery. Immediately, she wiggled from my arms and motioned to go inside. I opened the door and put her down. She wobbled as she walked quickly to the nearest toy.

Lost in the mystery of a small purple teacup, it seemed like she no longer noticed me there. She headed towards the back of the room, finding more colorful toys to play with.

I casually spoke with the nursery volunteers, waiting for the attention to turn back towards me. But it never did — until I turned to leave the room. That’s when she called out to me, with arms stretched wide into the air above her head. I lowered my voice to a whisper and assured her that I would return. As I backed away from that nursery door and rounded the corner, the yelling subsided and she was fine. Still, the moment I returned, she dropped everything in her hands and toddled toward me. And as I lifted her, she latched onto my neck, giving me the biggest hug ever.

That moment was so sweet. And I think it happened because deep down she knows she needs me and wants to know I’m watching over her, looking out for her.

I was reminded of that while I cradled my little girl after a crying fit that kept her up way too late that night. When I walked into her room, I saw the same little out-stretched arms. Only this time, they were wet with tears. So I held her. She closed her eyes. And there, with a tear-dampened cheek on my chest, she found rest.

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What I Learned In February

Earlier this month, I was browsing Twitter and found a link to a great post by Emily Freeman on how she keeps track of the things she’s learning. I’ve always done this without any real method to it. So I thought it was really helpful. However, I also found out she shared the things she learned in a linkup on her blog every month. I thought it was such a great idea that I wanted to do it too. This way, I can share all the great things I come across, without writing an entire post about them. 

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One Word For 2015

I watched my daughter turn circles across the kitchen floor. Every so often she’d spin a little too fast, her feet would trip up, and she’d fall. But as soon as she felt herself going down, her hands were ready to brace for the fall, she’d lift herself up, and go right back to spinning.

It made me think of my first ultrasound before she was born. From my view of the monitor, it looked like she was turning somersaults in my belly. My baby girl moved so much the technician said she was the most active baby she’d ever seen. And I was just nine weeks pregnant.

It’s hard to believe it’s been almost two years since that ultrasound.

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