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It’s Just Beginning
I put clean sheets on my bed this morning, but not my daughter’s. It’s the little things that reveal our lives are separating. We raise them to be independent, but frown when they’re independent with Momma. Today, I smiled. I’m happy my daughter is 20 years old. My ‘raising her’ days are over, but she’s…
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The Christmas Tree
Being a single Mom at Christmas has a little more pressure to it. There’s not a lot of gifts under the tree. The way I see it is, everyday of our life together is a gift. There’s one thing that I’ve always done for Christmas. If you’re a single Mom, choose one thing and do…
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Slowly and Suddenly
This mum was given to me weeks ago. I was told if it didn’t bloom right, to let them know. The store selling them has had returns and complaints. How do you bloom right? When my daughter brought it home, it was wrapped in plastic, bone dry and the buds were shut tight. I began…
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Teach Them Kindness
My daughter’s Jeep got hit, but it can take it. She was pulling into a parking lot with a car in front of us. There was plenty of parking, but the car in front decided to park at the same time as my daughter. They pulled into a space side by side. The stranger’s passenger…
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What You Love
When my daughter was 5 years old, our home looked picture perfect. A designer helped furnish and decorate the main rooms of the house and wanted to invite her photographer in. She thought they would win a contest. It was the saddest season of my life. The room was used when we entertained guests and…
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The Right Amount
One evening I was craving macaroni and cheese. I looked at my favorite recipe, and went to the kitchen to see if I had what was needed. It looked promising. As I was pouring each ingredient into the pan, I was amazed by having the right amount of each. This wasn’t planned by be, but…
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Make it Beautiful
When I walked into the house, she announced, “I made a mess.” I just looked at her, smiled, and followed her gaze to the hallway floor. It was covered in chalk. We have a large adhesive chalkboard on the pantry door. We use it to write down our schedules for one another. My daughter reached…
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