This week I have made it a point to not only listen more closely to my children when they speak, but write down some of the interesting things that come out of their mouths.  And, although my 11 year-old daughter never ceases to amaze me with her insightful, caring words—it’s been my 5 year-old son who has become the center of my new “Dear Ann Landers” daily zingers.

Why “Dear Ann Landers?”  Well, it’s because I loved that woman growing up.  She and “Dear Abby” were the words of reason during my youth. I rarely let a day go by (starting at around age 10) without picking up the newspaper and reading the problems of the day and the solutions wise Ann offered up to lost and confused souls.  So, now that Ann has passed—I thought I’d pay tribute to her, plus I’m thinking she might need a few laughs in Heaven.   My little Christian is no shortage of good humor—intentional or NOT.

Ann Landers was a nurturer.  She nurtured the world with her wisdom and often-witty advice.  I remember thinking a million times, “I wonder if my mother asked that question” or “that happened to me the other day.”  She brought us together because when it really comes down to it, we are all connected in some way.  Yes, we are unique.  But, our problems are mostly human (ha, ha).

What I am most excited about is starting a journey of true documentation that life was good, funny and happy—some days if only because of a comment spilled out of the mouth of a 5-year-old boy.   I can’t wait for him to read them when he is 40.  And. . .I can’t wait to read them when I am 80.