She wasn’t going to yield.  That much was abundantly clear.  Her fists were clenched tightly as she loudly objected, straining to free herself from the dentist’s chair.

“Though she be but little, she is fierce!”

It was such a memorable moment. 

 A group of 12 of us were seated around a large table in a conference room where we were spending the week in an intensive class on “Systematic Theology.” 

 I was the only woman in our little group. And, the topic this particular morning was, “The Trinity.” 

My first day of high school World History, I nervously took my seat in the back of the classroom.  I’d heard the rumors.  Mr. L was the hardest teacher in the school.  My expectation was that I would work harder in this class than I had ever worked before.

That expectation was met.

“Honey, if you will do just one thing, I think you can be good at this.” 

 These were the words that came out of my husband’s mouth as we begin playing the fourth hole that day. 

My son received a new video game system this Christmas. Subsequently, he spent a massive fair amount of time over his school break playing one of his new games. 

As a mom, I felt some tension in wanting to limit his screen time, hoping he would do something more “constructive”.  At the same time, I understood.