Back to School

Nothing of any importance or value to say tonight... I'm back in school starting tomorrow and I wonder if I'll see this page again in the next few months....

Makes me think of the saying "If a tree falls in the forest does it make any sound?" If my blog goes untouched will anyone even know?

So who am I writing for anyway?

Well. Me. I really don't have any preconceived ideas that anyone will really read these... I'm pretty sure if anyone were to search for "my" blog they would NEVER find it since there is no identifying information here. Makes me laugh thinking about it. It really couldn't be much more obscure.

But some day when I look back hopefully I will see some growth. And have some wonderful memories that got written down somewhere... here.

I want to remember sweet conversations - like the ones while drivng to or from classes with my daughter... Tonight on the way home from her swim class we talked about skin - specifically her stomach - and how much is too much to show.

It began with her asking "Mom - why should I wear shirts that don't show my stomach?" She's asked this so many times and I'm not sure why but we never seem to get around to answering it fully.... traffic, phones, radio - so many distractions on the way home. What's really funny is she always seems to think of the question just as we cross the main drag on our way home. Maybe I should just choose a different route so she forgets to ask me again. Nahhh... just address it.

Well - how much skin are we talking about? An inch? 6 inches? No - she says only an inch. Who decides that's OK and an inch and a half is too much? What about when you move?

How old can you be and still show that? Can a 60 year old woman show an inch of her stomach? No. 50? No. 40? No. 30? No. 29? Yes. Ok - so the day before you turn 30 it's OK but on your 30th birthday you must stop. What time? Eastern time? What if you're on a plane flying east?

We decided there really isn't anyone who carries around a ruler to measure how much is showing, and some 20 year olds look worse than some 4o year olds so really what's it all about anyway?

Well daughter - it's about what you want people to see when they look at you. The light goes on.

"I want them to see Jesus, Mom."

Yes sweet pea. Where will they see Him?

"In my eyes. I want them to look at my eyes. What's for dinner?"

I hope they are all this easy.... but I know they won't be. So I enjoy her purity and innocence and love for Jesus now... and write it down so I can remember it later.