Losing it.  Blowing up.  Loss of control.  Temper Tantrum.  No matter how you slice it, none of these descriptions apply to the actions of a child.  They apply to me.  Grown woman.  Mother of grown children who knows better. I share this with you, lest you think that I have it all together (especially in light of my last couple of posts on motherhood).  I so don't.  Even grown children still know how to push your buttons and even so-called "mature" parents reach the end of their rope from time-to-time. World-class melt-downs are not just reserved for two year-olds in need of a nap.   You know, there's nothing like falling short of the mark to make you take stock. The thing is, sometimes...

If you read Amy's comment on my last post, "Pieces of You", you read the interesting question she posed:  Where is the line between 'investing' who I am into my children, and living vicariously through them?  How do I invest in them with who I am and, at the same time, fully allow them to become who God intended them to be?  An important question, indeed, especially if you've been around the dreaded "stage mom"!  In all seriousness, I spent a good deal of the day's allotted thought time on this one.  Since that last post used "investing" as an analogy, I'll stick with it.   If you have some money that you want to invest, the main objective is to make it grow.  You can do this a couple of...