(Inside: How to be a strong, joy-filled mom. Four aspects of life that will enhance your happiness. Live a meaningful life. Live with purpose.) The teenage girl paused before my desk near my high school classroom. She exhaled while flexing her hands in stretching motions several times before plopping down in the chair next to
(Inside: A tool to help you love being a mom. Motherhood is hard, and parenting is work, so all moms need this one simple way to enjoy the present more. FInd excessive joy in being a mother.) Our family littered our mudroom with shoes as we filed into our home. One kid rushed to let out our golden doodle, my husband bounded upstairs to plug in
(Inside: Never underestimate the power of encouragement for moms. Learn one thing you need to refashion you mom friends’ superhero cape and build a strong community of moms.) “I was just told my youngest daughter needs to lose weight. By her doctor, of course.” Sara sighed her disappointment, not realizing her supermom cape had
(Inside: Why your exhaustion from motherhood is stunningly beautiful.) I could feel the dark circles around my eyes and I hadn’t even looked in the mirror yet. I woke up tired because the night before, I’d partied like it was 1999. Doing laundry. I executed my brilliant idea of putting the clothes
To the mountain before us: Do you know how resourceful, creative and strong our God is? There are many ways to conquer you. We can scale you the old fashioned way with salty tears, gripping sweaty hands, and determined steps. Or a cheerleader helicopter pilot might swoop down, tuck us under the safety
(Inside: How daily we’re reminded the best moments in life are free.) My favorite moments from the previous week: 1. We moved and my parents road-tripped up. Their help was great, but I enjoyed their presence more. Transitions (even good transitions) can be hard for me; I liked that they were simply HERE
(Inside: The place that calms my busy-mom heart.) Everyone needs THAT PLACE. Mine can be a few minutes of sitting underneath the evening sky. (Often, simply on my front porch step.) The forever expanse of stars reminds me: God is so big. The beauty: God is good. Obstacles seem a tad bit lower, hope
(Inside: Moms, your life matters in more significant ways than you’ll ever fully comprehend. And there’s immense power in your everyday actions.) I wonder if the woman who handed me coffee with her enthusiastic good-morning-and-happy-to-see-you greeting realized I drove away with a big smile on my face because of her. Her delivery was masterful.
(Inside: Today hold’s just-for-you joy. Will you look for it?) Six days ago, it was when my friend taught me how to crochet a star ornament. Previously, I had crocheted a hat for my then baby that instead fit my head. Then, I tried to crochet myself slippers, except the opening nicely allowed only
(Inside: For moms who feel sad over how fast their kids grow.) A sad thought enveloped me as I kissed my third-grader’s cheek: I can’t remember the last time my oldest son let kiss me his lips. At some point, he offered his cheek instead and that’s how it has been ever since.