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The Stories of Childhood

“I can’t live like this anymore!” – said my two-year-old from her crib.

It was one of those moments when my eyes got wide and my mouth literally fell open like a cartoon. My mind raced back through the past three minutes. What had I done to make my toddler suddenly feel the emotions of a thirteen-year-old ready to run away from home? Then it clicked. She was smiling and looking at me like this was a game. She was pretending. . . and that was a line from Frozen.

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Your Teenager Can Outrun You

When I was fourteen, I ran away. I wasn’t planning to—my mom made me.

I simply walked outside after we had a fight, and she followed. I walked faster and so did she. I ran. She ran. The faster she came after me, the harder and faster I ran away. My mom is actually one of the fastest runners I know, so it didn’t take me long to figure out I was going to have to do some ducking and weaving. I finally eluded her by hiding behind a sign. I still remember looking out from behind that sign, watching my mom search for me. I didn’t know where to go. I hadn’t planned on leaving, but really, what choice did I have? She made me run.

BlogKacey Lanier
Season's Greetings

Every year I’m still washing Thanksgiving dishes when the first one arrives in my mailbox, which means I have friends who start planning their holiday cards in August. When I get a card before December 1st with a family smiling at me in red holiday sweaters, I assume you’re probably sweating under those sweaters. But that’s only because I wish I were on top of my holiday game like you.

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Your Teenager Is a Liar

I like teenagers. I’ve spent over fifteen years choosing to spend time with them. I’ve slept on basement floors, ridden on charter busses, and eaten my fair share of camp food just so I can hang out with them. Honestly, given the choice, I would rather hang out with a group of teenagers than a group of adults—most days. They are fun. They are uninhibited. They are creative. And they are liars. All of them.

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What Your Kid Isn't Telling You

I was cutting out paper hearts with my four-year-old at the kitchen counter when it happened.

You can imagine: craft paper spread out around us, Elmer’s glue, the class roster, all the essentials for making valentines to give to each friend in her preschool class.  Hensley, unlike some girls her age, has never shown any particular interest in boys. She reads, imagines, draws, dresses up, and plays with boys and girls alike. I guess secretly I liked that she seemed silent on the idea of romance. She is four, let’s not rush it.

BlogKacey Lanier