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Growing Pains
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Growing Pains

Apr 28, 2015 by

We gathered around the Go Fish cards like a campfire, warmed by the competition of winning. Susanna climbed goat-like over the tangled boundary line of bent knees and legs and plopped herself in the center of our circle, diapered bottom sitting square on the deck of cards.  She beams while the others protest. Isaac calls the game Goldfish and cheerily instructs me to Gold fish! each...

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Unscripted
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Unscripted

Apr 28, 2015 by

Susanna lays out new sentences as nonchalantly as the slices of bread I lay out to make sandwiches at lunch. ‘ere’d it go?”  “I don’t know.”   I sing her You Are My Sunshine, and she sings along, in a language all her own.  Later, she cries in her bed at night and we realize after ten solid minutes of tears that she had dropped...

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Voices That Lie
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Voices That Lie

Apr 23, 2015 by

The house was freshly cleaned, vacuumed, candle lit. Abby had taken Tylenol for her fever that kept us home from church and she was resting on the couch. The kids were entranced in Voyage of the Dawn Treader.  I was sitting with them, alternately watching my favorite parts and tuning out. The movie came to the part when Lucy seeks beauty. She desires it so...

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Haupt Funnies
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Haupt Funnies

Apr 10, 2015 by

I noticed on facebook yesterday that many people seemed to be having a long, trying day. Life is so like that. It’s hard.  Work is toil, relationships are rocky, and everything requires effort.  Sometimes, all you can do is laugh at the absurdity of it all to keep from being buried under it.. Anne Lamott writes, “Laughter is carbonated holiness.” I used to write...

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The Most Powerful Three Words That Are Not “I Love You.”
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It is finished. These words, the last exhalation of life slipping from Jesus’s lips to signify the end of all things old and dead and bloody and corrupted.  What seemed like a humiliating conclusion to a bloody spectacle was in fact the final, victorious fulfillment of a battle He chose to lose. What it is finished means to me. It means the end of fearful toil, ceaseless...

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On Mama Going Back to Work
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Dear Kids (The Fearsome Four), I wore a borrowed dress to my job interview last week.   Seven and a half years at home riding the physical roller coaster that is birthing four children totally obliterated my professional wardrobe. Nothing survived. I have five pairs of yoga pants and one surviving pair of dress pants.  I got the job. So ends an era at the Haupt House. It will...

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