Archive for July, 2017

3 Reasons You Should Not Get Your Kids a Dog

By Kathy NickersonJuly 15th, 2017mercy2 Comments

At our recent Cousins’ Camp, every grandchild was begging their parents for a dog. (Except the child who just succeeded in convincing her parents to get a second dog. She is an expert at adorable eyes.)

In an attempt to help our own adult children and parents everywhere, here are three reasons you should not give in to such entreaties. Three of the best reasons you should not get your children a dog:

  1. Dogs are messy! Hair, slobber, potty-accidents, food and water spills. Even our outdoor hunting dogs liked to come in the house for a visit most evenings. Who needs that kind of hassle? Why would we want to teach our children that an evening snuggle with the unconditional love of a Lab is worth a little mess? Really. What lesson would that reinforce, after all?

2.Dogs are expensive! Even the mutts you get at the pound, the ones you supposedly rescue from destruction. They are going to cost you vet bills, food bills, carpet-cleaning bills, computer-cord-replacement bills when they confuse yours for a chew toy. You could save all that money and spend it on a

new X-Box instead. I’m sure you’d rather teach your children that it is better to spend money on stuff than on a live animal that will reciprocate your love and build an actual relationship.

3. Dogs will break your heart. Ours just did. She died of old age right after Cousins’ Camp. Surely you want to save your children from that pain. Why would you want to teach them about the circle of life? Or how to cope with sorrow? Why would you ever want them to know that to hurt deeply means you have loved deeply? And that that to love deeply is a gift to treasure? Really. Do you want to go through all that? 


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Why I Talk to Strangers

By Kathy NickersonJuly 6th, 2017mercy2 Comments

Two weeks ago, we picked up this crew alongside the road. It was a scheduled pick-up. They came for the annual Cousins Camp at our house. We met half-way between our house and all of theirs in a two-vehicle caravan both ways. One hour into our return trip, we made the first of many stops for bathroom breaks and snack attacks.

At this McDonald’s, other grandmothers kept stopping me as I walked by their tables to ask questions about what we were doing, where we were going, and whether or not the kids were all ours. Then we shared the universal smiles and nods of grandmothers everywhere.


As we were leaving, one more lady stopped me for a quick word. When I turned back to the kids, six-year-old J. Paxton gave me his serious face. “You don’t know her, right?”


“Then why are you talking to her?!”

My husband told Pax he was wondering the same thing. I started to explain about the sisterhood of grandmothering. About the code and the bond and the mysterious draw of women who pray for generations. But, I could tell these guys just wanted to get on the road. “I write books for grandmothers,” I said. “It’s important that I talk to them.”

If you’re a grandmother (or a reader of the Glory Circle books), I think you’ll understand.


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