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make lemonade

They were 9, 6 and 3, and they sooo badly wanted to run a lemonade stand. Not the easiest prospect out in the country but we forged on. We baked chocolate chip cookies, and made mouth-puckering lemonade, and I spent the day hauling supplies and refills up and down our long laneway. (Amid phone calls to neighbours and family to see if they could “happen to drive by”). The kids had a blast and I’ll never forget how happy they were to see a customer appear on the horizon.

Sometimes I can’t sleep at night. I worry about these three little entrepreneurs and the kind of life I’m providing them. Will they be ok? Are their hearts happy? Then Facebook shows me a memory like this and I am reminded that the simple things really are the best. And no matter what struggles I face in my own heart and mind...I’m still the Mom that can teach these guys to turn lemons into lemonade.

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