When the Pain Won’t Stop
It was after 9 pm. I had unofficially “clocked out” for the day. I say unofficial because you’re never REALLY off the clock as a parent, but by 9 pm the kids were all settled in bed for the night.…
Perspectives on Thankfulness
As a mom, I’m constantly trying to teach thankfulness to my kids. Not just at Thanksgiving, but throughout the whole year. I want them to recognize the blessings they have received, and to be grateful for them. To value the…
Learning to Share with a Box and a Dinosaur
My three-year-old and I were out shopping today. We were buying toys and other things to put in our Operation Christmas Child shoeboxes, which need to be turned in soon so that they can make it to children in need…
Can You Help Me Out?
So I’m doing this thing tomorrow where I have to actually talk. Out loud. In front of a lot of people. Not behind a computer screen or from the safety of my couch – which, in case you were wondering,…
Don’t Let Fear Win
I went to a writing conference recently. Yes, I realize that may sound boring if you don’t like writing, but for someone who’s always enjoyed the act of putting words on paper, it was a lot of fun. Being surrounded…
When the Backseat Driver is You
My youngest child has recently started taking an interest in our car rides. Where before he would sit in his car seat and talk about whatever came to mind – animal sounds, water towers, school buses (you know, the usual)…
Yes, I’m That Mom.
I let my son wear his turtle shell the other day. In public. Yes, I admit it. I’m that mom. The one who lets her daughter out of the house with a boot on one foot and a sandal on…
To My Pre-Teen, I’m Sorry
Dear Pre-Teen, I need to apologize. I did something to you the other day that I’ve tried to teach you over and over and over again not to do. Something that I would prefer never to admit to. I judged…
The Woman I Want To Be
I’ve been really lucky in my life. I’ve had so many strong women pouring into me, teaching me and supporting me. I’ve had grandmothers who loved me unconditionally. Women who weren’t afraid to speak their mind, who were always available…
When God’s Provision Isn’t What You Asked For
I laid there in that lonely hospital room. Staring at a blank, beige wall, with the only sounds the occasional drips from my iv, and the incessant beeping when I moved the wrong way. The overhead light was off…
