It's not enough. Not nearly enough. With sunblock still scenting my fingers, I type wildly just to have a moment of my own thoughts. They've left for the pool and a recent back injury keeps me home. Thankfully. Home. What do you do with 90 minutes when it's all you might have for another month? And I only have ONE child. I stand to salute you, mothers of many. I don't know how you do it. Honestly have no idea how you manage! And as it goes, I may only get 20 minutes. There is no guarantee of solitude when you're a mom. There's constant activity and interruption. But here's something I've been chewing on; Jesus was interrupted. That makes me pause and take a deep breath. I'm certainly not Jesus - but I'd like to be like him. And if being interrupted is what makes up a day, a life ... then I'd like to do it with more grace. Ya know? And the phone just rang. Pool is closed. My 90 minutes just turned into 8 and I've gotta r
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