Amber C Haines
About the Author

Amber C Haines, author of Wild in the Hollow, has 4 sons, a guitar-playing husband, theRunaMuck, and rare friends. She loves the funky, the narrative, and the dirty South. She finds community among the broken and wants to know your story. Amber is curator with her husband Seth Haines of Mother...

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  1. My daughter has an amazing imagination. It started at 2. I often catch her singing and dancing…twirling around as if she were before an audience. She often invites me to participate in her concert. I have to admit there were times I felt too “busy” to play. But lately it has been a wonderful escape with my daughter. Just the two of us dancing and singing together to an invisible audience.
    Beautiful post!

  2. I am in awe of your posts, Amber. Your words are like music!
    I do my best to leave the chores behind-at least for a little while- and get down on the floor with my children. Get down and play, wrestle, cuddle, talk and laugh.
    Your children are blessed to call you Mama, and we are blessed that you write for us! Thanks you!

  3. What of it dies down a little…? Such a relevant question, one I don’t think to ask until the day is done and I am quiet and still on my pillow. And it is in that time that I lay (lie?) thinking of them and their questions and constant child-likeness. And I think of my yeahs and uh-huhs. It is then I am thankful that His mercy is new every morning.

  4. Oh. You have pierced my soul. What of it dies down a little? I am so guilty. But now so convicted. Thank you so much for opening my eyes. Your call does not go unheard. My staff is my sword. I will protect my sheep, their imaginations, and their souls. There is no greater calling.

  5. The imagination if a blessing and a gift from God when it is put to good use. I believe we do a disservice to child and adult alike when we seek to dampen such inner creativity. We do…after all…have a Creative God.

  6. Oh, friend. If you only knew. Imagination healed me. Imagination saved me. As a young girl, seeking shelter from the not-so-good…the stories captured me and kept me going.
    You better believe I give this gift to my littles. Each day we create stories. Some good, some not so…but each has it’s benefits.
    Where the Wild Things (the new movie) provides immense fodder to talk to the young ones about how stories can help us make sense of the not so easy parts of life. A caution: it’s not for very young children, however. I cried through much of it.
    Anyway, thank you. Sometimes I feel guilty for my love of story. Feel coerced to live in the land of nonfiction for a time. But it is not where my heart is.
    Stories teach. Stories heal. Stories help us grow.

  7. ‘how to act out needy and how to act out pure’
    I haven’t been doing this. I struggle with this. I can enter into their imaginative play, I can empathize as easily as I breathe. But teaching them how to need Jesus? How to be pure in heart *for* Jesus — this is where I struggle.
    I admire what you strive to do.