The past five months have reminded me that the differences between men and women are rarely more evident than when there's a new baby in the house. Let's look at a few examples of these different approaches to parenting.
Have you fallen victim to the stomach bug yet? There's a nasty one going around our church and another circle of friends. So far, we haven't caught it. But knowing it's out there leaves me worried that our turn is coming.
So the first great snowfall of 2010 has come and gone, and I daresay most of us survived. My yard looked like Jack Frost gently sneezed across it. The most annoying thing about this storm was wrangling hyper, snow-hungry kids on Thursday, and dealing with their disappointment Friday morning when they realized we hadn't gotten the foot of snow they'd prayed for.
If you were to come over to my house today, you could tell that we've been trying to decorate for the holidays. Santa, Frosty and some elves are hanging out on the front porch but not properly arranged. The 8-foot-tall inflatable snowman is still folded up in his box, stacked next to the pile of garland that's supposed to adorn the porch columns. At night, one lonely strand of lights glows along the gutter, while the shrubs and windows remain barren.
Today is Grandparents Day, and I find my thoughts drifting back to memories of my grandmother's kitchen.
My mom's mother - we call her Honey - taught me how to cook. I was the only grandchild that liked cooking, and she loved mentoring me. I never saw her measure anything; it was always a touch of this and a pinch of that. I still haven't mastered some of her skills, such as peeling a fresh tomato in one long, paper-thin strip. But I watched closely enough to replicate many of her specialties, including fried squash and vegetable soup.
Remember how when you were a kid, time seemed to pass so very slowly? It felt as though 10 years passed between Christmases and birthdays. A car ride from Georgia to Florida took a week and a half, at least. And a ten-minute time-out felt like wasting an entire afternoon staring at a blank wall.