When I was a little girl my mother always said that she had eyes in the back of her head.
For the longest time I really believed her.
She seemed to always know when I was doing something I should not have been doing.
I wanted to separate her hair in the back and see if she really had a second set of eyes.

When I became a mother myself I began to understand.
I did not have a second set of eyes in the back of my head.
Rather, I had a very alert set of mother eyes.
Mother eyes are different than any other kind of eyes.

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I was eating my healthy grain clusters for breakfast.
I laughed because years ago it would have simply been called, cereal.
However, today cereal can range from sugary choices to a more healthy variety.
I put the healthy grain clusters in my bowl.

I wanted to slice a banana to add some fruit to my breakfast.
I peeled the banana and immediately cut off both ends.
Each of the banana circles fell on top of my bowl.
The two ends, along with the peel, were thrown in the trash.

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I have a book on one of my bookshelves that I am delighted to have in my possession.
It is a reprint of an 1836 original.
The book was written by Noah Webster.
Yes, that Noah Webster, the man who compiled our dictionary.

The book is called, Lessons From Nature For Youth.
The back cover has a synopsis of the book that is a treasure.
It was a book that was used in schools.
It was a book that taught children valuable lessons they could learn from the animals.

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She was sitting in the seat at the front of the cart, though she was barely visible.
Her mother was shopping for decorative pillows.
The pillows that were being purchased were stacked all around her.
They did not start out that way.

They had been in the basket of the cart, to be sure.
However, building a fort with pillows in a shopping cart is much more fun.
Building a fort anywhere is much more fun.
I remember quite a few of our own forts many years ago.

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It was a morning ritual.
Lunch boxes and brown bags were lined up along the kitchen island.
I often thought that it must have looked like Lucy and Ethel in the candy factory.
I had my own production line but no quota to make or speed to keep in check.

It was easier to make lunches that way.
It wasn’t five lunches duplicated and placed in the appropriate place.
It was five different lunches, as I considered each child’s preferences.
Some may say I was being ridiculous; I say I was being me.

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My youngest daughter is packing to go back to college.
I blinked and May turned into August.
This is the time of year the bins get pulled from the basement.
That is the way we pack and it seems very efficient.

Clothes get taken off the closet rack still on their hangars, folded, and placed in the bins.
When we get to her college dorm room, she simply lifts them out of the bins and hangs them up.
We have moved five children this way.
It doesn’t make it any easier.

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Whispers of His Movement will not be published again until next week since my son is getting married in a few days. This is another special time for our family. It is another time of joy and celebration. Pray for my son and his future wife as the Lord brings them to mind. God willing, […]

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I remember the day I saw it happen.
Boys in school long ago thought they were being funny.
As a girl sat down in her desk chair, they pulled the chair ever so slightly backwards.
The girl fell on the floor.

I remember her being embarrassed.
I remember she tried not to cry but it hurt.
I remember walking her down to the bathroom so she could compose herself.
I remember the slight limp she had as she walked down the hallway.

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Whispers of His Movement will not be published again until next week since my daughter is getting married in a few days. This is a special time for our family. It is a time of joy and celebration. Pray for my daughter and her future husband as the Lord brings them to mind. God willing, […]

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The first word each of us ever say…
Dada, says it all.
A lifetime wrapped inside those sounds.
The first of many calls.

It’s time, she says, It’s finally here,
After a nine month wait.
The car keys ready, suitcase in hand.
The man who is never late.

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