Tag: Gratitude
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to be happy with
When my fourth baby is a few months old I lie with my back on the floor, fingers reaching one way, toes the other, and the hem of my shirt pulls away from the waistband of my pants. My three-year-old daughter who kneels beside me asks, “Why is your belly so wrinkly?” My immediate shock…
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Thank You for the Zebra
I hand my baby boy his sister’s tiny toy zebra when he walks, Frankenstein’s monster-like, toward me. “Ahng-oo,” he said, unprompted, for the first time ever. I pray my own gratitude pours out that way, unprompted, in whatever language I can muster, as if for the first time ever, not because etiquette requires me to…
Amy Secrist 