I’ve shoved writing in the backseat for a bit while I try to learn how to sew. I mean sew at above novice status. The zippers are killing me, and my new mantra is that old construction phrase “Measure twice, cut once.” If you are curious about this sewing craziness, take a peek at Sewing is Hard. Otherwise, just read this sweet little writing by the youngest Harms boy. He knows how to make me smile. I love that he thinks I’m 34-years-old. I sure do enjoy my job righting storees. And ISU sharts are the best.
“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…