Having a newly graduated child, things that relate to parenting have been jumping out at me lately. Along with that, I’ve found some encouraging and thought-provoking pieces to share with you.
Here’s what I’ve been reading:
A good, big, pot of old-fashioned stovetop homemade popcorn is one of the most wonderful things, don’t you think?
I have fond memories of my dad making popcorn this way when I was young. As I grew older (think: college years) microwave popcorn was so much easier, so the old ways took a backseat. Well, they eventually took back over the driver’s seat and now it’s all I make. Oh, I’ll occasionally pick up the microwave stuff for my kids. But truly, almost never.
Why? Because the homemade version is SO much better and SO stinkin’ easy!
You can tell a lot about a person based on what makes them cry. I don’t mean crying when you get hurt, or when someone you love dies. Everyone cries then. I mean when something happens, and for some reason you may not even be able to explain, you start to tear up.
A number of years ago, I began noticing and paying attention to this. These teary moments are clues into our hearts.
So that’s why, when I found myself weeping in the theater watching Wonder Woman, I knew something was up.
What are the lengths to which you will go to enjoy your favorite ice cream? My husband, being from the south, is a big (BIG) Blue Bell Ice Cream fan. We don’t have Blue Bell here in Minnesota. (Boo, Minnesota!) When we visited my mother-in-law in Texas, we toured the Blue Bell factory. And can I say, touring an ice cream factory is a great way to spend a day.
Visiting Tennessee in April allowed us to indulge all week long. (And we did! At one point our freezer had 5 containers.) We even packed a cooler full of ice and Blue Bell to bring home…no kidding. In case you’re wondering, Pecan Praline is our favorite, and the kids would probably say Birthday Cake.
And while it’s no Blue Bell, I’m here to tell you today how you can make homemade ice cream in minutes. Minutes! Well, minutes is all the time it takes to mix it up…of course there are a few hours of freezing time.
I made a huge mistake with my son’s graduation party. I forgot to take pictures! This shames me, not only as a mother, but as a blogger. Before the party started, I took a few. The weirdest thing is, that at one point during the party, I looked out the back window and thought, “I love seeing all of these people enjoying each other’s company.” And I actually went out and took a few pictures.
But did it cross my mind at that point to take other pics? Noooooo. No standard picture of my son with his cake (doughnuts, in this case). No pictures of my son at all.
Here’s what I attribute it to: I lost my mind temporarily due to outlets.
But the party was great! Let me tell you about it.
The craziness of our society has been filling my newsfeeds this week, so let’s just lump all of these together. (We’re ending with something encouraging, so take heart!) Have you heard about these goings-on? I feel it’s important to share stuff like this because I think that a lot of us would prefer to live in our little bubble of like-minded folks. (Not slamming the bubble…I love my bubble). But the truth is, from inside our bubble it can be hard to really believe that society is becoming what it is becoming.
Here’s what I’ve been reading: