Exploring Christianity With Your Child
Guest post by Traci Rhoades I first met Traci a few years ago in a Christian women’s writing group. From the beginning of our acquaintance I found her to be curious, compassionate, and respectful of people’s personal faith journeys and…
She Didn’t Win the Trophy, But I Couldn’t Be Prouder
I looked at my daughter as her face fell. She looked at me for a moment, took a deep breath, and went back to her seat.
When Your Child Asks the Hard Questions
Our kids ask us the hard questions. And while some of those questions I dread hearing, I know it’s good that they ask us – hopefully, it means they know we’re safe, that we’ll tell the truth, and that we…
When All You Can Say Is – I’m Here
That’s all I could say. That’s all I could do. Over and over, rocking and rocking, whispering in his ear as he clung to my neck – Mama’s here. Mama’s here. I have you now.
Sometimes You Need a Helping Hand
Once upon a time there was a young boy who went to the park with his mama. He ran up to the playground and sped around it trying to find the way up to the slide. He moved to one…
So God Made a Family
He knew you would need someone to turn to in the middle of the night that would hold you close instead of push you away. So God made a family. He knew the road ahead would be hard in some…
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.…
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…
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…
