Tales From a Sixth Grade Life Coach

Tales From a Sixth Grade Life Coach

 
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I hope your Christmas was everything you hoped for.

We had a day full to the brim and spilling over with joy and I wish I had a snapshot of every minute.

It would make a best seller.

And the best chapter?

Tales from a Sixth Grade Life Coach.

 

 

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Last week the twins came rushing through the door bursting with excitement.

I heard them long before they rounded the corner.

“Mom…..Mom…..MOM. You won’t believe what happened!” they said in unison.

This is a common conversation starter around our house.

Let’s be real.  When you are twelve and in sixth grade you can never believe what happened.

Like never.

Ever.

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I closed the computer and sat upright in the chair.  I knew this was a discussion that would require my complete and undivided attention.

“Tell me,” I said.  “Tell me everything.”

One of the twins rolled her eyes, “Mom.  This is serious.  Someone wrote a poem for her.”

“Really?” I said.  A poem for your sister?  That sounds exciting.” crossing my fingers that this was the appropriate response for a declaration of such magnitude.

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The other twin blushed and shrugged her shoulders.

“Mom,” she said softly.  “It was a beautiful poem.  He wrote it on a note and had one of his friends hand it to me.  He wrote it just for me.  Can you believe it?  A poem written just for me.”

My heart cracked just a little at the sweetness of it.

“Oh sweetheart,” I sighed.  “That’s wonderful.  How special.  Can you read it to me?”

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“Oh I don’t have to read it.  I have it memorized,” she said with a smile.

And then….in a soft sweet voice she recited:

“Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

There’s no one 

As beautiful as you.” 

And as she finished, a worried look came over her face.

“But Mom….after I got the poem….he didn’t talk to me any more after that.  And now everyone knows.  What should I say?”

Before I could say anything, her sister spoke up.  She looked at her twin with all the wisdom of a sixth grade life coach.

“Don’t worry about him.  Don’t worry about any of them.  I know he said he wrote it….but I’m pretty sure I’ve heard that poem before.”

Then she paused and smiled at her sister and blurted out the most reassuring thing she could think of…..“And who cares about him anyway?

….He probably just got it off the internet.” 

PS  The only thing better than having a twin sister….

…..is knowing she always has your back. :)



Decking the Halls

Decking the Halls

 

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When I unpacked the ornaments decorate the tree in the bedroom, there among the fancy velvet ho ho ho and the glitter stars and the monogrammed wood cutouts….

….I found an ornament someone gave us the year we got married.

It’s a simple clear circle without a lot of fanfare.

Just two doves and a heart and the words “Our First Christmas Together.”

Years later 37 boxes of Christmas decorations live in our upstairs attic and I would trade every single one for this ornament.  I can remember when it hung on a tree with only a box of shiny red ornaments and a little ribbon to keep it company.

I’ve never forgotten that tree.

And not just for that beautiful ornament hanging from its branches.

Here’s one of my favorite stories the second time around….

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So Close to Amazing

So Close to Amazing

 
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I am a firm believer in coordinating a matching outfit for every event.

Like a prairie skirt with a sweater vest trimmed in ribbons and high-heeled shoes with ruffled socks and a bow with my name on it.

Or a blazer (complete with tags) for a shopping day on the town.

Maybe it’s because I secretly wish one day a Hollywood producer would discover me.

Maybe it’s because I believe that everything is more fun in a head-to-toe coordinating outfit.

Or maybe it’s because I watch the Hallmark movie channel for a living.

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Why You Should Always Clap in the Rain

Why You Should Always Clap in the Rain

 

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I think I fell in love with my husband because he makes me laugh.

Every. Single. Day.

Especially the dad humor.

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You know what I’m talking about.

You understand.

Dad humor is like a cross between why did the chicken cross the road and puns that make your roll your eyes and groan.

You simply can’t help it…..

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The Contract

The Contract

 
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After the twins were born, I stood in the middle of my living room one evening….bleary-eyed from lack of sleep with hair that hadn’t been washed in a week….wearing pajamas covered in spit-up…..

…..and wailed plaintively to my mother.

“How can I do this?”

“I’m not going to make it.”

“They are totally winning.”

Then I wiped my faced and brushed the hair away from my eyes….inhaled and exhaled several times and then stood patiently waiting for her words of wisdom.  I mean after all….my mother is brilliant (and getting more brilliant with every year that passes) and experienced and wise….

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The Day I Was Almost a Fashionista

The Day I Was Almost a Fashionista

 

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In a vain attempt to try to bring my wardrobe into the year 2014…..

…..I have been reading fashion blogs.

For someone who buys her t-shirts at Wal-Mart….it’s been a little intimidating.

To say the least.

It’s a whole other world of glamorous, stylish people who effortlessly mix florals and stripes and wear at least five bracelets and use terms like “statement necklaces” and “boyfriend jeans”….

….all while perching precariously on six-inch high platform shoes.

But I’ve learned so much.

I’ve learned that everyone should own at least one pair of black jeans and plaid shirts are a current trend and that you can mix menswear with ruffles and a peplum can truly be flattering….

….and everyone should own a blazer.

Absolutely, positively brilliant.

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How to Jump

How to Jump

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About seven years ago we took the leap and moved from a very large metroplex to the country.

We closed our eyes….took a deep breath….

….and jumped.

You can read the rest of the story here.

Or just wait for the book. :)

I get asked all the time if it was easy to jump to the country and why we did it and if it was challenging to adjust and how we supported ourselves….

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What I Never Knew I Needed From the Clearance Aisle

What I Never Knew I Needed From the Clearance Aisle

 

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The other day Hobby Lobby had an 80% off sale.  And since nothing says date night more than rows and rows of urns and picture frames and pillows and bird’s nests marked with yellow stickers for a mere fraction of their original price….

….I brought my husband along for the treasure hunt.

He stopped to join all the other patient husbands in the front by the candy aisle and I took off in a full sprint to the back of the store.

First one aisle….then another.  And then…..half way down aisle two….I saw it.

You know…IT.

The thing that you find…..that you never knew that you wanted….that you had absolutely, positively no idea that you ever even needed….

….until you find it and wonder how you have existed until this moment without having it in your life.

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