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Sometimes, we meet somebody who changes one of our truths.  In a lifetime, we meet many. Some change what we advocate for, live for, and defend. Meeting others changes less significant things inside of us. Each meeting matters though, because meeting and melding and letting in and letting out is evolution. Sometimes, we meet people […]

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  • Dana - Oh, that last sentence! So insightful and true. As for being a parent, I think it has made me so much more aware of the fact that everyone has their own truths, and no one’s is better or worse than anyone else’s.March 24, 2017 – 6:10 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I agree, Dana! Being a parent really does make us think about other people’s truths.March 26, 2017 – 12:43 pmReplyCancel

  • Emily - I liked this post a lot because it’s all so true and meaningful! And the last question you asked –loved it. I do believe that meeting different people changes our truths. I just took a 5-week writing class (writing humorous essays) and one of my classmates was a 75 year-old man. He was fantastic in so many ways – hilarious, great storyteller, polio survivor, widow. For our last assignment, he wrote about his different size legs and feet (caused by polio that he contracted when he was 18 mos old) and I wrote about Little Dude and his illness — we truly understood and gained so much from each other, despite the many year age difference that separates us.March 24, 2017 – 6:20 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Emily, your experience with that man sounds amazing, as does the writing class. It’s too easy to forget some of what we no longer have to worry about today that people who are still alive did have to deal with, if that makes sense. What a cool meeting. I hope I’ll soon be reading some of what you worked on there!March 26, 2017 – 12:44 pmReplyCancel

      • Kenya G. Johnson - The Seventh Sign. I haven’t seen that movie since “back then”!March 27, 2017 – 9:02 pmReplyCancel

  • Just J - There is so much truth in this post! I spent 19 years working in an agency that provided a full range of services to adults and children with special needs. That experience completely changed the way I view people, I learned far more from them than they ever did from me. And now, when I am out and about, like you I make the effort to extend a bit of conversation and friendship, to connect on the very human thread that binds all of us together. I don’t differentiate between people, we all have special needs, some perhaps more visible, and we all need to know that we belong. It only takes a moment and a smile to make the magic happen.March 25, 2017 – 2:30 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Wow, your experience working with people with special needs sounds amazing. It’s so true that we learn about ourselves from them. Here’s to connecting to everybody, regardless of what challenges each of us have. I love that you make an effort — that, in itself, is magic happening.March 26, 2017 – 12:47 pmReplyCancel

  • Allison Barrett Carter - “Meeting my son meant meeting myself.” ❤️ This pretty much sums up parenting for me. I love this, Kristi.March 25, 2017 – 2:39 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thanks, Allison! It really does change us in so many ways. I mean, I knew becoming a mom would change things but I had no idea how much it would change me for the better.March 26, 2017 – 12:52 pmReplyCancel

  • Debi Lewis - You said it all. ALL OF IT. We can never go back to who we were before we got that amazing/awful job, had that child or didn’t, met that partner who was great or awful, looked ourselves in the mirror and marveled at how old we’d gotten. We meet ourselves every day. Kristi, I really enjoyed this post — thank you.March 25, 2017 – 10:46 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thank you Debi! Ugh to the looking in the mirror and marveling at how old we’ve gotten. I do that a lot these days but you’re right – we do meet ourselves every day. Thank you for the sweet comment!March 26, 2017 – 12:53 pmReplyCancel

  • Kerry - Wow, orange slices and drink boxes sounds good, what you experienced and wanted to be for your child.
    But I love this line too:

    I am and will always be Kristi who likes to tell stories, eat nachos, and swim deep in the ocean with fins. There’s so much out there, and in me. In all of us.

    Snow, pumpkins, and bubbles. All fun.

    Thanks, as just one of us with special needs, for being such a fabulous advocate for your son and an example that shows the rest of the world how to be open to meeting all kinds of people.

    Love that you mention Voldemort too. I am just sad there are people so awful in real life, or close enough, but we can learn and do, from a Voldemort and a Harry and everything in between.

    This post does a great job, for anyone who may not have a child of their own, to make the human experience a universal one, one we can all see ourselves in somewhere.March 26, 2017 – 10:41 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thank you, Kerry!! Isn’t it funny the small things we hang on to that have such good memories? I remember eating orange slices after soccer games as a kid… such a simple treat and we so looked forward to it. And yeah, snow, pumpkins, bubbles. Joy in each. Thank you so much, too, for your kind words about meeting all kinds of people.
      Voldemort sucks. So does the new he-who-must-not-be-named… but we’re each of us a little bit Harry Potter, I think. xoxoMarch 27, 2017 – 8:30 pmReplyCancel

  • Kenya G. Johnson - And I’ve become a different Kenya from reading your blog and others like it. I’d hope to be aware and friendly and more open all on my own but I know without a doubt that you’ve made me more comfortable with special needs than I know I would have been without you – and Tuck Tuck and all the others.

    SIde note: I thought of Christopher’s spirit in Heaven with my grandfather until he was actually born. If you’ve ever seen the movie Delivering Milo, it depicts something similar.March 27, 2017 – 2:28 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Ditto, Kenya! One thing I’m deeply grateful to the world of blogging friends is that through writing, it feels as though we can each give our own perspectives, fears, worries, etc. that we might not do sitting on the sidelines of a kid’s sporting event with other parents.
      I love the idea of thinking of baby’s spirits being in Heaven until they’re born. I haven’t seen Delivering Milo but now I want to. There was another movie that talked about that years ago… that all the baby’s souls were waiting in Heaven… I’ll have to think of it. It talked about one of the Bible Stories (The Guff, I think)… and had Demi Moore in it… the world was going to end and she had to say that she’d die for her son to save all of mankind.March 27, 2017 – 8:33 pmReplyCancel

      • Kenya G. Johnson - The Seventh Sign. I haven’t seen that movie since “back then”! Unfortunately “Milo” (Anton Yelchin) died last year so I don’t think I could watch it again now 🙁March 27, 2017 – 9:07 pmReplyCancel

  • Allison G smith - Having Bear has opened up a whole other world. I too would not take the time to talk to people with disabilities. I go out of my way now to do it. In fact, I sometimes think I freak people out. Ha!March 27, 2017 – 4:55 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - LOL I’ll bet the people you approach are grateful. I sure would have loved to meet you at the bus stop or school or somewhere!March 27, 2017 – 8:34 pmReplyCancel

“Mommy,” he says. I hear hesitation in my son’s voice, and so I hesitate. “Be mindful. Think before answering,” the angel on my shoulder whispers. “Good Gawd, WHAT NOW?” the devil on my other huffs. We haven’t had much school this week, so I patted each on the head and shushed them. We’re each a bit too-housebound […]

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  • Echo - Things were so different from my 11 to my son’s 11. Yes, he just turned 11, oh my god!

    He wants and craves different things and yet, I see similarities at the same time. I also see the differences in the way I grew up vs the way he is growing up.

    By 11, I was taking care of myself while my mom, who was a single mom, worked. My son, has me to take care of him and I am lucky enough to be a stay at home mom.March 17, 2017 – 9:27 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I’m so glad you get to be there for your 11, too. That’s huge and you’re an awesome mom. One of these days, we’ll have to compare childhood stuff. Because knowing how to ride the lightning is but one thing we have in common.March 17, 2017 – 9:12 pmReplyCancel

  • Emily - I wish I could remember what I was doing/saying/feeling when I was 11…I do remember childhood, but have no idea how old I was in certain memories…oh well. And those UTubers – ugh. My middle dude is actually friends with a You Tuber who is local and went to his high school. He now goes to online high school so he can focus on his U Tube “career” — for real! And Little dude watches the U Tube videos all the time. He said to me today he thinks that would be a “dream job.” I spent 20 minutes telling him why I thought it would NOT be a dream job…not sure my message got through!March 17, 2017 – 5:03 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - The YouTubers thing is CRAZY! The guy we’re seeing in April is DanTDM and it’s like concert ticket prices. Seriously this kid is 25 years old and he’s famous and rich. Because he plays Minecraft on YouTube. GAH. I can’t believe Middle Dude’s friend goes to online high school so he can focus on his career! OMG the world is so different from when I was young. I’ll bet a photo album would totally jog your memory. For me, I have to remember what grade I was in and then I can remember stuff about that particular age, if that makes sense.March 17, 2017 – 9:20 pmReplyCancel

  • Allie G smith - How sad is it that I really don’t recall being 11? I think I’d have to look at a photo album to jog my memory. And I don’t let my kids play the gun games, although I swear, every other parent does. So, I know they do at friends houses, but not mine.March 17, 2017 – 5:58 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Look at an album! I’d love to see 11yo Allie. For me, I think about what grade I was in, and then I can think about what I was doing, who my friends were, etc. The gun games SUCK. I can’t believe how often Tucker sees ads for them in otherwise totally kid-appropriate content. Ugh.March 17, 2017 – 9:22 pmReplyCancel

  • Kerry - I can’t believe how big a thing YouTube is becoming, and those who’ve discovered how to make a living off of it. Such a change from when we were young.

    That whole scene with your son asking his question is one of those signs of growing up. I am sure you felt that. They want to have more and more experiences that seem premature. I can’t even believe it, in my six-year-old niece. Kids these days. Oh my…I feel so old saying/thinking that.

    I don’t know why guns are such a draw for them though.

    When I was eleven, dating a boy wasn’t even on my radar. I would look at all the girls and boys in my class, those who claimed to be bf/gf and I would think how silly it was, but I had other things, less carefree, on my mind at that age, unfortunately. If things had been different for me, physically and medically, who knows, but I was the shy and quiet girl, so I doubt it.

    Sweet and bittersweet post this week Kristi and thanks for the mention of soda/pop, as a starter topic for what I ended up writing this week. Glad I could join this time.March 18, 2017 – 10:28 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I just read yours and WOW. You did an amazing job of painting what 11 was like for you. Seriously good job (as I said in my comment at your place, too). YouTube – it’s strange how huge it is. I can see how kids think they’ll become YouTubers as a job but to me, I feel like it’s the next “I want to go to Hollywood to become an actor” or whatever… And yeah, we’re old. LOL, we’re not old. I’m oldish and you’re young, and Tucker and your niece and nephew are babies 🙂
      I think about my step mom talking about the older people they know, including her siblings. And she’s right – they were in their 80’s at the time, she and my dad in their 70’s. Old is relative.
      We called it pop in Colorado, too. It’s here that it’s become soda. I still say pop. My son says soda. He hates it either way. I still love it both of the ways.March 18, 2017 – 9:45 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - PS I love how sometimes, the inspiration has nothing to do with the sentence but of a whisper of a memory, like soda/pop.March 18, 2017 – 9:45 pmReplyCancel

  • Kenya G. Johnson - I had so much freedom at 11 and even younger than that when we lived in an apartment I roamed all over the place. My parents had no idea where I was. I can remember telling Christopher “no” to riding his bike just around the corner from us, a house that I can’t see. And what I was thinking is, I don’t feel like worrying about you being around the corner.

    Christopher has been a youtube fan for quite awhile. I don’t know if I introduced it to him or not, but I regretted him getting into it. Sometimes the things that appear in the sidebar are inappropriate.

    My “no” to guns in video games is now “okaaaaay” as long as it’s not the kind of game where you can shoot somebody and and see blood.

    Sucks that I didn’t make it to FTSF. I know I still have time. But I’m in wine and wind down get ready for the week mode.March 19, 2017 – 8:25 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I know exactly what you mean about not wanting to worry about him being around the corner. Out of site is scary! But yeah, my parents had no idea where we were as kids. None. I’m not sure what’s better – I guess there are reasons (abductions in the 80’s maybe and stories about the windowless vans and poisoned candy…but knowing this also feels like childhood is less innocent today. Maybe it’s not as much about freedom to roam as it is the exposure to YouTube, etc.
      LOL to “wine and wind down” mode! 🙂 I hear you!March 22, 2017 – 11:40 amReplyCancel

  • Lisa @ The Meaning of Me - I have that song stuck in my head now…it drives me crazy. Zilla likes it but I do not. 😀
    I truly couldnt’ come up with a thing for this prompt! But I love yours, always. I’ll get back next week. xoMarch 20, 2017 – 12:35 pmReplyCancel

    • Lisa @ The Meaning of Me - Oh, and the guns on games thing? Yeah. Tough one. We keep that stuff out of her consciousness and she hasn’t asked. Only place that happens is in some game she plays with her dad where they shoot a gun at a wall and it makes a portal open up. But not at people, etc. And she does know of things like bow/arrow etc. from like Lord of the Rings and Heroscape and D&D. But guns hasn’t crept in.March 20, 2017 – 12:37 pmReplyCancel

      • Kristi Campbell - I’m glad guns haven’t crept in for you all yet. It’s hard to know what’s actually innocent and what’s going to be harmful. Like, I always think Minecraft is tame but they have to kill sheep and stuff to survive. Not that tame. Except it’s all pixels? Does that make it better? I don’t know…March 22, 2017 – 11:42 amReplyCancel

        • Lisa @ The Meaning of Me - I’m so glad to have my Husband the video game king because he always either knows what will be OK or can check it out. Handy, that guy.
          With the sheep, I don’t think that one would worry me. That’s natural – people kill animals for food. If that’s what they’re doing, then that seems reasonable. Except for the sheep!
          I suppose it depends on how it’s presented. Zilla has never gotten into Minecraft so that one we aren’t terribly familiar with.March 22, 2017 – 12:56 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Tucker likes that song, too! Ugh!March 22, 2017 – 11:41 amReplyCancel

      • Lisa @ The Meaning of Me - What IS it with kids and that song? I completely don’t get why they like it. Last school year the boys in Z.’s second grade class sang it all the time and bothered the girls with it, apparently. That’s when I first heard it. Zilla said she didn’t like it, but I think it was mostly because she had no idea what they were singing – or just because it’s second grade and girls hate everything the boys do. Guess it grew on her, because now when it’s on the radio, she makes me leave it on.March 22, 2017 – 12:51 pmReplyCancel

  • Marcia @ memopausal Mother - This made me very nostalgic for my past. Very well written. I honestly believe that YouTube and social media are disrupting the innocence of our children. They see and hear too much nowadays.March 20, 2017 – 9:36 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thank you Marcia! And yeah, YouTube can so completely be a place to stumble on things we don’t want them to see – I have the settings on max level for PG but still, things creep up in the sidelines. I guess I’m lucky so far that he’s not on social media. Gah.March 22, 2017 – 11:43 amReplyCancel

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  • My Inner Chick - —-OMgosh,
    you always make me think and remember and reflect…
    At 11, I was probably on my bunk bed reading Plath
    wondering what the meaning of life was.
    Haaa.
    Love and Kiss from Duluth. xxMarch 23, 2017 – 10:27 pmReplyCancel

I’ve belonged, even when it felt like I wouldn’t. My dad almost took me home instead of saying goodbye the first time I went to sleep-away camp. I knew I didn’t fit in. There was absolutely, positively no way I could do this. I was too shy, too imperfect, too everything that everybody else was […]

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  • Kenya G. Johnson - Your ending made me smile! Five was awfully young for a bus especially when you look back at pictures. Christopher’s anticipation to ride the bus was the ONLY reason he rode the bus. We took him on the first day of Kindergarten and other than that, I’ve only taken him if he missed the bus or thundering and lightning. Anyway those first couple of years I did have a mom or two to talk to. I can’t imagine what it would have felt like to feel excluded or awkward about belonging. Wish I could have fake rung your phone.March 10, 2017 – 10:01 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I wish you could have rung my fake phone too! But, I’m glad that you had a mom or two to talk to. I do have them now, which makes a huge difference. I had lunch today (first time) with the first mom who was nice at the bus stop. Her 13yo son watches Tucker once in a while for short periods after school, which Tucker LOVES of course. Five IS young for the bus. I can’t believe now that I started having Tucker ride one when he was four! Gulp. It’s really true, that saying about the days are long but the years are short. He’s going to be eight this summer. EIGHT!March 10, 2017 – 8:58 pmReplyCancel

  • Emily - I love that expression – “shinier girls.” It’s true how we always feel like we don’t belong with the “shinier” crowd and sometimes we don’t, but sometimes we do, because maybe they are not so shiny after all or maybe our stories do overlap more than we realize….March 10, 2017 – 1:35 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I do think our stories overlap so much more than we realize. I had lunch today with somebody who I hadn’t had that extended time with before and it’s amazing how much all of our lives have little similarities that we’d never have thought. Still though the shinier crowd… I don’t think I’ve ever been shiny (but I’m okay with that).March 10, 2017 – 9:02 pmReplyCancel

  • Dana - I wrote like you do this week – after dinner last night, all at once. It’s good to mix it up like that!

    Your blog has made so many mamas feel like they belong, and that’s something to be proud of, Kristi. Also knowing the answer to where a bird’s butthole is. Once J asked me how many times a day we fart, and I googled it for him. He then tested it the next day. (Spoiler – the average person farts alot).

    And there you have the most random, rambling comment ever.March 10, 2017 – 1:47 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Well I LOVED your post so it obviously really worked for you! I end up getting bored of myself if I try to write in installments. LOL to Googling how many times a day people fart. Now that has me thinking! Kids are awesome, if only for reminding us about what’s really funny. Farts and bird buttholes? Yup.March 10, 2017 – 9:04 pmReplyCancel

  • Paul Brads - I didn’t belong; worse yet, I didn’t realize I didn’t belong.March 10, 2017 – 5:06 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Huh, maybe it’s better to realize one doesn’t belong than realizing it? I don’t know. Still, either way… sigh.March 10, 2017 – 9:04 pmReplyCancel

  • Kerry - I am not sure I will write this week. I had every intention of doing so on Friday already, had a blank document open and started writing, but I had no ideas on what to say. I am not a mom. I am not a this or a that. I don’t often know if there is any group I belong in. This prompt is hard for me because I don’t know where exactly it is I belong. I will think and see if I can come up with something to say on this subject before the collection closes.

    🙂

    I can only imagine being a mom but not feeling you belong or that your child belongs. It is nice to have people to relate with and to spend time.

    Then it’s nice to see what each mom or child brings to a group. Everyone has something unique to contribute. Glad you have found ways to fit in and ways to find happiness wherever you are Kristi.March 12, 2017 – 5:25 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Hey Kerry,
      When I think of you, I think you belong in music, and feelings, and writing, and sharing yourself. I think of you traveling and all of the unknowns and the wonder that you found in Mexico. I think of the blogging community, and how we get to know one another through our writings. That feels like belonging to me. But I get what you mean about not being a mom or “this or that.” Thanks, Kerry!March 13, 2017 – 9:32 pmReplyCancel

      • Kerry - Oh, thank you, Kristi, for that. You said it better than I felt I could. I am thankful I’ve found a bit of a blogging community of people where I seem to belong. It has become important to me in my week. Also, I thought about writing my post featuring my week in Mexico. I really did feel a remarkable sense of belonging when I was there. It could have made for another pretty interesting piece of writing, but I am still now grappling with some of the feelings I’ve had about that time coming to an end, like I totally expected it to, but now wondering where to go from that. That’s why I didn’t write. Doesn’t mean I won’t write again. Thanks again for the comment.March 17, 2017 – 11:22 pmReplyCancel

  • Nicki - Honest, beautiful truth throughout, as always. And the one line that goes straight to my heart: “Nobody belonging is pretty much the same as each of us fitting in…” <3March 12, 2017 – 9:15 pmReplyCancel

  • Allison Smith - It still makes me sad/mad when I read the bus stop story. But i agree with you assessment that we all often don’t feel like we belong. It’s terrible, isn’t it?March 15, 2017 – 6:31 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - It is terrible! What’s wrong with us that we feel that way so often?? Ugh. xoMarch 17, 2017 – 9:09 pmReplyCancel

  • Lisa @ The Meaning of Me - Jeez, that’s beautiful. Your words and your love for T. always are. The bird butt thing made me laugh because first, funny. And also because yeah – I love those questions. I love how their huge little minds work. I love that they want to know.
    I think belonging is something we’re conditioned to believe we need – and I think we do need it. But true belonging comes from knowing who we are and that where we are and who we are right this second is exactly where we belong.
    For the record? I rarely do my writing ahead of time. Total pantser and total last-minuter. I suppose people can now say “well it shows, obviously” but you know what? Who cares? That’s my process and I’m sticking to it.
    xoMarch 16, 2017 – 4:03 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Aw thank you Lisa! I love bird butt questions too. So much. Their minds are amazing. And I think you’re right that belonging comes from knowing who we are… I look back to younger me and think DOH! I was so dumb. But, it’s all a part of it, too, you know?
      I’m glad to read that you write at the last minute too. I like that. We have to meet up in person already right? This summer?March 17, 2017 – 9:10 pmReplyCancel

Sometimes, We Travel in Time While walking to the bus stop this afternoon, a woman stepped onto her porch, shook out a rug, left it on the rail, turned, and went inside. Such a simple task. Common. It took her less than a minute. I thought about how people’ve been stepping out from in to shake […]

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  • Linda Atwell - You do this writing thing so flawlessly, so effortlessly. Or at least it feels that way when we read your finished product. This was beautiful and sweet. I love reading your work. And I take my rugs outside and shake them out too. But I need to do it more often. I think I will do it first thing tomorrow morning. They need it. Bad.

    Happy Friday to you!March 3, 2017 – 12:44 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Linda – what a sweet and lovely comment. Thank you! I haven’t touched my fiction book in months and am a bit stuck with what the point of it is supposed to be… so that isn’t coming effortlessly or flawlessly in the least. Did you end up shaking out your rugs this morning? Happy Friday!March 3, 2017 – 6:09 pmReplyCancel

  • Emily - I love how your thoughts travel on the page too — and yes I’m ready for the beach too!March 3, 2017 – 1:08 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thank you Emily! Here’s to getting to the beach sooner than later for all of us!March 3, 2017 – 6:10 pmReplyCancel

  • Kenya G. Johnson - Firstly thank you for checking on me. That was the extra push I needed to get me linked up today!

    Isn’t amazing that taking our rugs out to shake is something that connects up all. I love how your walk to the bus stop took you there. Love the nostalgia and time travel in the post. I said “Awww” to last photo because I remember it (Tucker’s bandaid incident). He looks so little!March 3, 2017 – 3:19 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - You’re welcome for the check-in always and I’m glad that you ended up writing and linking up even if it made me cry! And want more babies! The rug thing – there are so many of these small acts that are universal, you know? And EEEP I know! Tucker looks SO little. He still has a scar from the bandaid incident!March 3, 2017 – 6:12 pmReplyCancel

  • Marcia kester Doyle - You have had some wonderful trips and made some incredible memories. Now I REALLY want to travel!!March 4, 2017 – 12:24 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - You should, Marcia! I really think it gives us perspective that we might not get otherwise. xoMarch 7, 2017 – 7:04 pmReplyCancel

  • Allison Smith - Kristi, I love this:

    “I waved in the rear view to my younger self who knew everything and nothing. I looked ahead to my future self and told her to be nicer to herself.”

    I love to travel, why didn’t I write anything? Oh, my life is a mess. Not enough time for anything these days, sadly. Miss you – hope all is well.March 4, 2017 – 4:02 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I miss you too, mama! And thank you. I’d be happy to link up one of your travel posts if you want me to!March 7, 2017 – 7:04 pmReplyCancel

  • Dana - I feel like the best gift I’ve given my kids is the gift of traveling to new places. Each trip is filled with new experiences and creates memories that we share as a family. Your post is proof of the power of travel – I’m sure you’ve just touched on the significance of each of those trips.

    I know I had already written and published a post for this, but now I’m thinking more generally of how travel has changed me. Hmm. Thanks for inspiring a future piece 🙂March 6, 2017 – 8:50 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Your family has had some amazing trips, Dana and I completely agree that the memories from travel are special and important. I was shocked once when Tucker mentioned a trip we’d taken years before… it was like his verbal skills needed to catch up in order for him to articulate remembering it. It was such a cool moment – and a big wake-up call for me as I didn’t realize how much our trips were etched in his mind. Pretty cool. And I look forward to your future piece on travel. 🙂March 7, 2017 – 7:06 pmReplyCancel

  • Kerry - I did karaoke in Ireland. I have never gone skinny dipping.

    Haha. Love some of the memories you write about, the trips you’ve taken, Kristi. I dream of seeing Hawaii next, but first, more of Canada.

    I love the rug thing and how travel really does provide perspectives, even for young children, that none of us ever really forgets. It’s hard to convince people that we are all more alike than different, as there are so many countries, languages, and cultures that exist. Well worth experiencing up close though.

    I also love book travel, nearly as much as travel travel.

    🙂

    And though I can’t drive, I like to use the road and rearview mirror as metaphors for life.

    Great prompt.

    Also, I remember reading about that day trip you went on, when Lizzi was visiting, and I remember how much fun you seemed to have had.

    Remember, that invitation is still open for Niagara Falls, but I think we are doing it in May already. Perhaps a little last minute with my notice now.March 8, 2017 – 6:02 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - You did karaoke in Ireland!?!!? That’s so cool! And yeah, the rug thing… it’s really true that the simplest of things are such great reminders of how we all human similarly I think. I like the road and rearview mirrors as metaphors for life, too (obviously). 🙂 You’re going to Niagra Falls in May? WOW that’s going to be amazing. I wish I could say I’ll try but Tucker’s still in school then and I think (?) we’re going to Florida again in October so… xoMarch 10, 2017 – 9:00 pmReplyCancel

Ever find yourself at a loss on how to fill up a few hours with a kid? If you’re a parent, the answer is “OF COURSE I DO.” Some days, the clock laughs because it’s only 1:00pm and we’ve been to the playground, we’ve eaten lunch, we’ve played with Legos, and OMG now what?! Over […]

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  • Emily - Fantastic! I’m very impressed…I don’t think I could figure out how to do this in one afternoon…probably would take me a month! Great job and love the theme!!February 28, 2017 – 9:56 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thank you Emily! It was really fun. They had some tutorials on their site that helped and honestly, it’s pretty easy (the hardest part was finding a way to keep my phone in one spot so the angle stayed the same on the scene. We also bumped the swing set a bunch of times so had to re-position it. But pretty easy – just time consuming (Tucker got bored a few times).February 28, 2017 – 7:47 pmReplyCancel

  • Lisa @ The Meaning of Me - I love this! And you guys! What a cool thing to do. You know I am not very tech savvy or crafty or patient so I wouldn’t even know where to start. But I know Zilla would love this so I’m putting it in the “cool stuff we can do” list.February 28, 2017 – 10:39 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Lisa, it’s actually pretty easy, just super-time consuming. We went to Michael’s and then had to scour the basement for some other supplies. Also, like I wrote, we moved the table over to the wall to hang up the backdrop. Keep the phone in the same spot was the hardest but I rigged up a little holder for the table and then for the peace sign, I used a file folder thing (metal) and put the lens between the metal. We messed it up a few times but it was fun. 🙂February 28, 2017 – 8:25 pmReplyCancel

  • Echo - Cutest thing EVER! I love Tucker’s voice and I love the message the little video sends! Good job, you two!!!February 28, 2017 – 10:48 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thanks, Echo!! Wish I had some whiskey in a jar to celebrate but I’ll go with Look to the Sky (and see a stickbot alien with a message LOL).February 28, 2017 – 8:31 pmReplyCancel

  • Linda Atwell - That was soooo cute! You did an incredible job!February 28, 2017 – 1:11 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Aw shucks, Linda! Thank you! We had fun. Made a mess. All good for a rainy weekend afternoon, I think!February 28, 2017 – 8:35 pmReplyCancel

  • Lydia - Awesome!!!!February 28, 2017 – 2:57 pmReplyCancel

  • Dana - Best short film I’ve ever seen! What a fun project to do with Tucker – a great message and a yummy snack. Well done, you two!February 28, 2017 – 5:03 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thanks Dana! I’m sure when we do another one that we’ll realized all that we did wrong with this one – we had almost 600 photos and it’s less than 250 now but it was fun!!!February 28, 2017 – 8:40 pmReplyCancel

  • Jason Milller - I really like this a lot! I’m thinking I could use it in therapy for some of my older kids. Multi-steps, directions, so much! Great idea!March 1, 2017 – 8:22 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Oh the kids would love it! My son is 7-1/2 and admittedly got bored a few times but he loved helping me set the scenes, figure out the story, and making me laugh with his silly ideas. We really did have a blast. Let me know if you decide to try it!March 2, 2017 – 7:52 pmReplyCancel

The walls we build are subtle, at first. I remember being six. My hair was wispy. Long. I liked it that way. I could make it into a face-curtain when the one hanging in the living room was too far away to escape to without being seen. That was the year my cousin got a pixie […]

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  • Deenie - This was really beautiful and very well written. #LoveFebruary 24, 2017 – 8:48 amReplyCancel

  • My Inner Chick - Walls.
    Boundaries.
    Chains.
    Restraints.
    These word CHOKE me up, make me want to cry.
    …but we still build them.
    Why?
    Btw, Kristi, you are beautiful, so very beautiful. xxFebruary 25, 2017 – 11:25 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - AW Kimmie! They kill me. CHOKE me. And yeah, people build them. We build them. WHY? To keep evil out but as you and I know there is no wall that keeps evil out. Evil finds a way. Walls keep good out.
      Also? It is YOU that is the beautiful one. xoxoFebruary 26, 2017 – 12:03 amReplyCancel

  • Kerry - So beautiful Kristi. Love it.

    I have built walls around my heart too, after losing friendship and love over the years. I hope, if they are made of ice as well, that the right set of circumstances will be able to warm and melt them.

    I agree that this topic is so multi faceted, as a fence to make a back yard a little private isn’t so bad, but getting to know our neighbours is still the best way to go. We can do both. It’s the walls to keep out the other that disturb me greatly. I just can not fathom.

    Thanks for asking me to do this. I hope I did okay, as all the link insertion stuff is a little difficult for me, as it is fairly visual and I only know to copy and paste. Thanks again. Xo.February 25, 2017 – 1:01 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Kerry, first, you did the link-up perfectly perfect. I am so sorry I didn’t look to see whether there’s a more voice-friendly version… they talk about WP.org, WP.com, but well, I’ll look, and thank you for the reminder.
      I’m so glad for your idea this week (even if I took it from a FB post – it was THAT dang good!!!)
      I agree about getting to know the neighbors, and for all of it. I can’t stand that we’re maybe going to build a wall? REALLY? WHY??? What will it do but NOTHING. It will do nothing but spend money that we need for other things. Like I dunno, giving kids with special needs equal school?? THAT.February 26, 2017 – 12:56 amReplyCancel

  • Emily - First, the pixie cut — me too! And, I hated it too! What was my mom thinking?! I do believe that that bad haircut has now made me care about how my hair looks way more than I probably would have otherwise. And, just for the record, you were an adorable kid. 🙂 And, the walls…I agree that the walls can keep out the good, but I also keep thinking and want to believe that walls (at least our personal walls) make us more resilient for the next time — whether it is someone calling us a name, giving us a bad haircut, or whatever. I don’t think a border wall will do that however…although maybe it will make the people on the other side of it more resilient? I still can’t believe or don’t want to believe that one will be built. I honestly thought it was a joke the first time it was mentioned.February 26, 2017 – 5:38 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - OMG you got the pixie cut too? SO GROSS when it’s not something you want, right?
      I hope you’re right about the walls and them making us more resilient, that makes sense. But holy crap to the ones that 45 wants to build… I thought it was a joke, too!February 26, 2017 – 11:12 pmReplyCancel

  • Linda Atwell - You are so right about building walls that even though we build them we keep out the wrong stuff. The wall I built around my heart when Lindsey ran away with that older man, well, the wall didn’t solve anything. I still hurt.

    BTW, my sister had a pixie cut and it looked so cute on her! I don’t believe I was ever tortured with one. At least there are no pictures to prove that I was. 🙂

    You know my stance on a wall between us and Mexico. I’m totally against it. I don’t believe it will work. I don’t believe any walls work (except, like you said, for a little privacy). You always make me smile.March 4, 2017 – 8:48 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - My neighbor has a pixie cut and it’s adorable on her! Like seriously cute and stylish. With my face? Not a good look… And yeah, I do know that you and I agree completely on walls. They don’t work. The heart-ones, or the dividing ones. xoxoMarch 7, 2017 – 6:49 pmReplyCancel

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