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Dreams of nail clippers


Have you ever tried to cut a two year olds fingernails? Its not the easiest task. My nephew Wes is called Wessy Messy for the obvious reason, that he is a mess! Into everything, not wanting to sit still, and of course finds a way to come back from swimming covered in mud. Just picturing trying to cut his nails makes me grin. Most young girls grow up wanting to paint their nails bright beautiful colors and try to avoid cutting their long nails.
So I find it somewhat strange that I somewhat envied those toddlers or girls that had to cut their nails shorter because I haven’t ever had my own nails cut that I can remember.

 I am a nail biter.

It stinks to have a habit like that. You can’t scratch backs, you hide your hands, and you feel stupid when you have your hand in your mouth chomping away. Ever since high-school I have tried to stop. I have had some successful attempts, but eventually they all get chewed off.
The past 3 months I have had fake nails on. I did this to hopefully break the habit of putting my nails in my mouth. Last week I anxiously took them off and was just so incredibly shocked to see nails…my real nails! Did I run to grab some pink nail polish? Nope, headed straight for the nail clippers. Of course I didn’t want to cut off my new found nails but I wanted the opportunity to actually cut my own nails. It was totally cool!
A week has passed and I still have long beautiful nails. This is encouraging but I am asking dad to continue to help me stay strong.
Bad habits are just a pain in the butt and can be very damaging. I have been told/ read that it is not good to have something in your life, other than the father, that controls you. For me, this was my first step to make that true in my life. I think there are habits as a culture we have taken on and things we do that we are not even aware that it controls us. That is scary. Technology, media, and eating are just a few. I challenge you to look at your life and see what areas you might give control back to the father ? Join me in my dream of nail clippers and a bad habit-free lifestyle!

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