The Courage To Dance

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I spent the last hour sitting on the couch hemming my son’s ballet pants for his recital tonight. He’s spent the last hour hopping around me like a little duck, flapping his hands a little with each bounce. There needs to be a word for beyond excited, because that’s where he’s at right now. He’s worked hard to get to the point where he could watch me hem these darn spandex-y velvet pants.
Two years ago, he attended his sister’s ballet recital and fell in love

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I’m the 40-something-ish wife of my beloved Computer Guy. I’m the adoring and incredibly proud mom of nine children…two saints…seven in training. I’m my brothers’ sister and my parents’ daughter. I’m a devout Catholic, an avid political junkie, able debater, aspiring home-maker, amazing friend, and I make the meanest Chicken Fried Steak you’ll ever have the pleasure of eating. I’m a homeschooling guru, a writing addict, a sometimes public-speaker, and an advocate for staying true to the person God created you to be. I can’t live in a house with white walls, sing Billy Joel songs while I wash the dishes, will read anything you put in my hands, and am completely obsessed with rhinestones and cute shoes. I am just like moms the whole world over, and then some.

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