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My daughter raced in her first ever swim meet. She

My daughter raced in her first ever swim meet. She was the girl who stopped midway to fix her goggles, the one who was a full length of a pool behind the other swimmers. My daughter was the one that the crowd cheered for, not for winning a race, but because she was the last one in the pool.

As the meet wrapped up, I eagerly looked for her, wondering if this new hobby would be short lived. My daughter spotted me in the stands and raced over, her smile stretching from ear to ear.

“Mom!! This is fun! I think I came in last place in all of my races,” my child exclaimed. “But that doesn’t matter!

Right then and there, my eyes filled with tears, and my heart filled with pride. My child may not come in first place or even take home a ribbon. My daughter may be average, at best, in any sport she tries. But all that doesn’t matter. She’s having fun. And that’s what is most important.

Sports and extra-curricular activities have become so competitive; many kids are “all in” by the time they reach elementary school. Maybe it’s a true love for the sport, or maybe it’s the parents pushing their child to be the best. There’s nothing wrong with that.

But, it doesn’t have to be that way. For many of us parents, our children are never going to be “the best”. We just want our children to find something they love. My daughter will most likely never make the gymnastics team, but she still loves to take lessons. And she may not receive a swim medal, but that doesn’t stop her from jumping in the pool several times a week.

As I watched my daughter skip off to her teammates at the swim meet, I smiled and felt a huge sense of relief. I was so worried that she might be embarrassed or sad that she came in last place. But it turns out, she couldn’t care less. My daughter found an activity that makes her heart happy, and that’s the best prize any parent could ask for.

Shared with permission from @stacey.skrysak

I don’t want to be the friend that you wait to c

I don’t want to be the friend that you wait to call until the house is clean, and the bills are paid, and your hair is washed. I want to be the friend you call when there are more dishes than countertop.⁣
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I want to be the friend you call when life is expensive and you don’t have the funds to leave the house or the ambition to leave the couch.⁣
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I want to be the friend you call in those lonely, long-houred, in-between times in life.⁣
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Written by Katie Sue Hoskins

Turn the light on. If there’s one thing I’ve

Turn the light on.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned the third time around, it’s to just turn the light on.

Because as my weary arms reach for this sweet boy in the middle of the night, it’s easy to choose frustration. It’s easy to long for more sleep and less snuggles. It’s easy to wish those bleary-eyed moments away.

But then I started doing something.

Instead of fumbling about in the dark, hurriedly feeding and burping and changing and swaddling him back up, I switched on the lamp to its dimmest setting.

And looking at his precious face, seeing that itty-bitty nose and those precious fingers wrapped around several strands of my hair, changed absolutely everything.

It reminded me to slow down. To soak up the littleness that disappears far too quickly. To thank God for the gift I get to hold in my arms, even in the wee hours.

Especially in the wee hours.

And I’m still tired. So tired.

So I’ll simply keep turning the light on.

Shared with permission from @kissesfromboys

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"Someday, we’ll be sitting at a restaurant we’

"Someday, we’ll be sitting at a restaurant we’ve never been to. We’ll share a bottle of Brunello because we always said that 10 years from now, we would. I’ll be wearing pants that cost more than a turkey sandwich because our children will be old enough not to spill on me anymore, and lipstick because no one was jumping on my bed as I was getting ready. I may even wear heels, though Lord knows I’ll need help walking in them, it’s been so long."⁣
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Written by @j.a.vanderberg

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