Amy Secrist

Tag: bedtime

  • When the Night Comes

    When the night comes and wind swirls past the windows, our little ones roar and rail against bedtime.  Darkly they sulk off to brush their teeth, blowing sighs through their lips, miserable like winter’s cloud-covered sky, empty like its bare landscape.  The day’s done in a snap, the crack of snowman’s brittle twig, his limbs twisted…

  • …to love and to be loved…

    “…Those little children still unborn have been created for bigger things: to love and to be loved.” ~Blessed Teresa of Calcutta “Nigh-night…La-you…” says the little one to the big ones. He does not intend to settle into his crib, so he tucks his sisters and brother into bed and makes them melt for all his…