Tiny Dancer

Warning. Things are about to get mushy. You’ve heard me say this a lot, but my eldest child is a carbon copy of his indulgent father. He looks like him, talks like him, thinks like him. They have similar reactions to things. Neither of them see it, but as someone who loves both of themContinue reading “Tiny Dancer”

My Own Little Tempest in a Teapot

It’s happening again. That dreadful, awful thought happened last week for the first time in months and I feel like I’m back to square one. What thought? you may ask, because you are a thoughtful reader who cares that I sound like I am freaking out and because I am freaking out. ”I’m losing myContinue reading “My Own Little Tempest in a Teapot”

How’s that ambivalence coming along?

I entered parenthood with a great deal of ambivalence. I never was a fan of babies, and I had a love/hate relationship with children. The love part was that I know they are the future: teach them well and bla-bla-bla. The hate part was the irrationality, the ungratefulness, the noise… My only real experience withContinue reading “How’s that ambivalence coming along?”

The Instrument Carousel

Where I grew up, we had the opportunity to start playing a stringed instrument in fourth grade. Anyone who wanted to play a band instrument had to wait until fifth grade. When I think about it, the fact that in fourth grade, in a public school, we had the opportunity to learn an instrument…it bogglesContinue reading “The Instrument Carousel”

Will Work For Magic

How quickly we forget. And by we, I mean I. There’s nothing magical in Ideal Life Exercise, and while I talk big talk about fairy dust and magical moments, the whole magic thing is just a way to describe something that has an outsized impact for good. Magic in Lily-ese just means something that makesContinue reading “Will Work For Magic”

Joy and the Oddballs

So, we need to recap here for a sec, since I have been a little bit all over the place over the last few days. I’ve been on a warpath lately: I want to start living an exciting life of expectancy and miracles again, the kind my husband and I used to live before weContinue reading “Joy and the Oddballs”

A Sneaky Little Thing Called Joy

Of course, I’m still over here ruminating on the subject of joy. Incidentally, I probably shouldn’t have used the word ruminating in the previous sentence, but it does allow me to show off something interesting I learned about psychology this week: Rumination on meta-thoughts, that is, thoughts about our thoughts is found more frequently inContinue reading “A Sneaky Little Thing Called Joy”

Demolition

There is a building on the road to the scalawag’s school that has been being demolished for the last six months. This has provided endless fascination to us. It’s not a ka-boom type demolition. This is a–maybe 15 story–building, made of concrete with all its rebar and glorious asbestos, being torn down bit by bit.Continue reading “Demolition”

Joy is, in part, an act of the will

As if the Philosopher Princess didn’t have anything else to be thinking about right now, she has decided to start ruminating about JOY. I need to process these thoughts right now, because there is nothing like being told that you need to “serve your family with joy” to get the overthinker in me worrying thatContinue reading “Joy is, in part, an act of the will”

You can’t fake joy

So…day 2 of trying to serve my family with joy was not so great. Firstly, my youngest is in a phase where he is waking up again at 5:00AM. Now that the two boys are sharing a room, this means my eldest is also waking up at 5:00AM. Only yesterday morning, my eldest was theContinue reading “You can’t fake joy”