October 10, 2013 KimHarms

“Why can’t you see what I can see!?!” There are days I’d like to try to knock some vision into my children. I’ve paid attention over the years. I think I have a pretty good sense of their giftedness and their capabilities. And I usually believe I know the best way for them to reach their potential. But here’s the deal. Though they share some of my DNA and character traits, they are not me. I can’t make them see anything they don’t want to see. I can’t force them to change their perspective. And on top of that, sometimes…

September 30, 2013 KimHarms

Sometimes my kids say things on the fly that resonate with me for a long time afterwards. This following little Lewis phrase is one of those statements. Letting go is hard. In this case it was literal, but in parenting it seems I am always figuratively letting go of something I want to hold on to.   “Mom, let go.” Those three words hit me like a punch to the gut. Hot tears fogged up my sunglasses. It was just the mastery of a 2-wheel bike, but it wasn’t. It was more. My six-year-old’s words echoed in my head as…

September 25, 2013 KimHarms

To those of you whose exposure to male children is minimal and/or whose faces turn varying shades of pink at the mention of certain body parts, please consider this a caution. You may not want to read my guest post at Ironic Mom today. It is not my typical blog post, but it is a true story plucked right out of my everyday life. One of those stories generally reserved  for my “mommy-soul-mate” Marti. The friend God knew I needed long before I did. Between our combined six male children, we have some tales you probably wouldn’t believe if we…

August 26, 2013 KimHarms

Because sometimes milestones can be equally joy-filled and heart-breaking. “Mom, let go.”  * Three small words A punch to the gut Tears behind sunglasses Broken heart  * Black bicycle seat Released from my grasp Unfettered boy Riding free  * Simple mastery of Two-wheels But to me It is more * He can do it On his own Reliance on me Ever decreasing  * A mama’s pride  Mingled with loss Most heart-wrenching Mix of emotions  * Down the path He pedals alone Grinning, bursting with Joy of independence  * Bless that boy Father I pray And comfort the mama Who let…