a blog about parenting, home daycare, adoption and life in general.

Author: Megan Elford

Momentary Clarity

The Moment of Beauty

She twirls in the kitchen, again and again, giggling and laughing while the world stands still.  Her lop-sided pigtails bounce around her and her bangs fall into her eyes.  I…
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The Moment of Decresance

I am sitting cross-legged in a green paradise, sun filtering through the trees above me, ants scurrying restlessly beneath me. I shift uncomfortably, not accustomed to the practice of just…
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A Moment of Identity: Tikinagan Child

**This was written almost a year after it happened, so my apologies for my faulty memory.   That said, this is the way I remember it … I am late for…
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The Moment of Unimportance

Today in the dryer I found 3 counting cubes, 1 guitar pick, 4 pieces of Lego, and 1 Marble Works tube.  Little Man has a habit of pocketing any and…
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The Moment of Need

This little baby, totally dependent, totally helpless, has been entrusted to me.  She knows nothing except her intense need for nourishment, comfort and rest.  She doesn’t worry about bills, politics,…
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The Moment of Protection

B-Boy is two, maybe three.  He is walking ahead of me as I push the stroller.  I am nervous, unsure about letting him walk this particular sidewalk. It is along…
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The Moment of Suppression

I am sitting in the rocking chair, swaying back and forth as I rock the baby to sleep.  Muffled voices float out of the boys’ room as Daddy reads them…
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The Moment of Impulsivity

I hear their voices as I clean the supper dishes off of the table. They are breathless, excited voices squealing with delight in the backyard. I glance out the window…
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The Moment of Revelation

I am cleaning up the table after feeding one baby and five toddlers their afternoon snack.   The table is clean, the dishes are in the dishwasher, the floor is swept,…
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The Moment of Disobedience

They race ahead of me, kicking up dust as they go. “Stop at the road!” I call. They hear me, but choose to keep racing anyway. I repeat myself more…