Recently I was working in my sun room and stopped to really study this frame and it's contents. Back in 2013, Lynn and Julia and I were asked to speak about Common Core in Canton, OK. We left Oklahoma City in rain coming down so hard that we could barely see - truly treacherous driving conditions - but we always felt that if someone wanted to hear our research on the topic, we'd do whatever we needed to do to get wherever we were asked to go.
June 17 is not only Father's Day this year, but the 16th birthday of my
oldest son. In addition to this confluence of events, I watched the movie “I
Can Only Imagine” before bed. Today I am thoughtful – ruminating over something
to do with the space between being a daughter and a mother and the long journey
from one to the other and the plethora of lessons I’ve learned in between and
beyond.
Decades
ago, I bought a little vase for my grandmother. She LOVED roses and
grew them beautifully, caring for them as tenderly as ever she cared for
one of us. For years and years, there was simply never a time I
remember eating a meal without a bouquet of the most fragrant roses
adorning the table for the pleasure of anyone who dined there. Even
after she became ill - up to the time she just simply couldn't manage it
- she would post a single perfect bloom as the centerpiece for our gathering.
Unfortunately, this is never a popular type post, but nonetheless, I believe it to be very true, so I hope it will be taken to heart as an exhortation and not an admonition:
