Learning to Leap

Y'all, I'm failing at this parenting thing.  Really. The story I am about to tell you is 100% true, not embellished in any way, and ironically is a story about 100% lies.  I had to look up the official diagnosis for someone who is a compulsive liar just to see how many of the characteristics lined up. This is what I found: " Pathological lying can be described as a habituation of lying. It is when an individual consistently lies for no personal gain. The lies are commonly transparent and often seem rather pointless." Now I'm just downright frightened. But read for yourself what transpired and you be the judge.  The girls and I attend an awesome church. We've been there about a year and a half and I could not be happier. The people are warm, the teaching solid, the music exactly my preference, and heart of the church to be outward focused spot on with the call of the Gospel in our lives. Like I said, I love it and am so happy to be there. We...

No one ever mentioned to me that being a mother would mean having to master the art of hiding things from my children. And I'm not talking about Christmas gifts or special birthday surprises. I'm talking about plain, ordinary objects that for some reason my children have shown some kind of weird fascination with and either use for purposes not intended or magically touch them and lose them instantly. Case in point: One school morning a couple weeks ago I found a lone razor on the bathroom countertop in my daughters' bathroom.  This was obviously an immediate red flag in my mind. I do have one daughter who has expressed some interest now and then in shaving her legs, but just like all the female population, she quickly figured out it's not nearly as much fun as she'd hoped so she abandoned that idea pretty quickly. Knowing that it was not likely her that had been using the razor, my suspicions were raised all the more. I was soon to find out th...