Nurture Her Nature

5 Ways We Should Be More Like Preschoolers

Sunday school began yesterday. I teach the preschoolers. I was eager but nervous to begin the year. I love the kids, but they can be so unpredictable, which feeds my anxiety. They have questions that I simply do not know the answers to. They let me know if the story is boring or if they would much rather be playing than doing the activity I spent so much time—oh, precious time!—creating because I thought for sure it would be a hit. And let’s not forget the manner in which they offer critique so freely—matter of fact, unapologetic. It’s almost as if they live in a different culture than we adults do.
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A Day of Service

This year, our company gave each employee a day of service, which means that we can each use one work day to volunteer with a local organization. I enjoy volunteer work and in my later life plan to do a good deal of it, but in the present, between work and squeezing time in with the girls, there just aren’t enough hours in the day. So, I was excited to have the opportunity, and when a friend approached me about a luncheon that was being held by Girls Inc., the day was planned. (more…)

One Week Left

One week. That’s all we have left. Story will be leaving preschool and I will be leaving my full-time job in one week. I think we’re both afraid—but even more excited.496297564_2423696840_z

Leaving the security of employment may seem irresponsible to some. I include myself in that group. So . . . temporary insanity? No. It was a decision that took months. You see, I really like having a steady paycheck that takes care of all my expenses and then some. I really like my colleagues, my teammates. I really like my work. I really like my boss, even. (more…)

The Best Gift I’ll Ever Give Them

During our family reunion this summer, the aunts asked me how Riley likes being a sister. I enthusiastically replied, “Great! She loves her sister! They hardly have disagreements.” And it was true. Riley loves her sister and has since the day I brought her home. I was worried that it would be a difficult transition for her. Going from being an only child to one-half of a pair is tough, and Riley unwaveringly believes in doing things her own way. So, I was pleasantly surprised and very proud as I watched her bend and make room in her life for her new little sister. She affectionately refers to her as “my baby” or “honey, honey,” a term she adopted after she once heard me say it. She will correct me if I tell her that she and I will be doing something, upset that I might be leaving Maddie out. “And Baby, Mom,” she’ll tell me. To this day, Riley has only asked to send Maddie back two times. Not bad for a little girl who spent two-thirds of her life with all of the attention on her. (more…)