Month: November 2015

The Parent (Peer Pressure) Trap

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I once heard a sermon on parenting where the preacher said you never experienced peer pressure in your teenage years like the peer pressure you’ll face from other parents once you have kids. At the time I heard it, our oldest kids were around toddler age, but it stuck with me. And, I’m starting to learn exactly what he meant.
We’re entering the age of new freedoms and trying to decide what the “right” ages are to do what. . . Cell phones, sleepovers, technology limits, bedtimes, etc. Who knew there were so many decisions to make when your kids started getting a life? (Well, I’m guessing that many of you have already been there, done that.)
To be honest, our kids haven’t given us a lot of grief (yet) about the things we’ve said “no” to so far. Maybe a little whining or stomping off, but nothing that they didn’t get over pretty quickly. For example, we have done very few sleepovers so far. (Only a handful with our oldest when we knew the family well.) So, when I politely declined for one of our other kids, I was surprised when the mom told me that I was going to “have to” let them sooner or later. Have to? Hmmm. As it turned out, I told my child no, heard some complaining and went to pick her up at ten o’clock. And, to my surprise, she was fine when she got in the car. Happily told me about the party the entire way home, without one mention of the sleeping over part.
Sometimes, I feel like a big, overprotective momma bear. But, I also think that when I hear that small voice telling me to be cautious with them, it might be the Holy Spirit quietly nudging me for a reason. So, why do other parents make us question our judgement about our own kids? Why do the rules we make for our own families have to be justified or explained to anyone else? (They don’t, by the way.)
So, I’m curious how you’ve handled peer pressure from other moms/parents when you’ve made an unpopular choice for your family. I’d also be glad to have the whole sleepover conversation, if you’re up for it. . . #parentingishard

(photo & “Be Brave” canvas from Lindsay Letters)

10 Make-You-Feel-Pretty Dresses

For my getaway last week, I had to dress up (like a real person) almost every day. When my main outing is normally the grocery store, it’s nice to buy something new and a little out of the realm of what I usually wear. I came across this red lace dress online and fell in love. I deemed it my birthday gift to myself and ordered it right away.

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lace skater dress
(By the way, I’m 5’3″ and was surprised at how much I loved this length.)
I believe a dress that makes you feel pretty is worth every penny. For me, it’s something classic, modest and feminine. And, a great color doesn’t hurt.  In case you have an upcoming holiday party–or just need to feel like a new woman–here are nine other pretty options:
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lace sheath dress (also comes in black)
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stripe dress
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black & white lace dress
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red scuba dress (Also love this one in navy!)
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shimmer sheath dress
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florette maxi dress (Will one of my tall friends please order this?)
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navy a-line floral dress
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mirror bodice maxi dress
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bow fit & flare dress

Where’s Your Wedding Album?

We celebrated our 15-year wedding anniversary yesterday. And by “celebrated”, I mean I took the kids (who were out of school) to the zoo with another friend and her kids while my husband worked. Then, we topped off the celebration by rushing back for basketball practice and ordered pizza. Awww, the romance when you’re entrenched in life! (I am promising myself that we’ll at least go out to dinner alone in the next few weeks. . .)

And, since we just moved, our wedding album reappeared and has been floating around the house. I started to stick it in a drawer, but then thought the kids might have a fun time going through it. I remember I loved to look at my parents’ wedding photos, until I got to the page where it was just the two of them hugging on their ring bearer. I’m not sure how old I was, but I do remember being infuriated that they would ask another kid to be in the wedding and not me. That all didn’t make sense until later. . . 🙂

I was expecting a lot of oohing and awing–especially from my girls–when they looked through the pages of our big day. Instead, I got a “you look weird”, “who are all of these people?” and “there’s Grandmommy and Grandaddy!” Oh well. Even if they were less than impressed, I decided to keep it out where they could look through it anytime. What’s the point of paying all that money for pictures and tucking them away never to be seen again? And, so what if they rip the pages? Weren’t they actually the ones we preserved all of those memories for in the first place?
And, until they’re interested (and I think they will be eventually), it’s good for me to look back and remember that there was just the two of us before all of us. I can look at the pictures and remember how excited I was, exactly how I felt right before the doors opened and I got ready to walk down the aisle, the guests who came in late and almost messed up my big entrance. Ha! (No, but seriously, I do remember. . . )
So, do I dare ask where your wedding album is? Should we all start a “put-your-wedding-album-out-on-your-coffee-table” movement?