(Inside: Don’t underestimate the power of music. Here are 5 best songs to make your day better.) My son’s head lay on my arm as his little body nestled into the curve of mine. He drifted off to sleep against me, glad I’d stayed with him for a few minutes after his tuck-in.
(Inside: Good parenting skills start here. Do you feel like you’re saturated with parenting advice? What should be your focus? This one thing will help you conquer the parenting season like the champion you are.) Off, off, off! I fumbled at my car radio. I don’t need to hear anybody roar…
(Inside: Find confidence to beat your challenges.) Moms, you know the times when you work hard at something – whatever pulses in your heart you MUST DO – finally, you present your “product” with arms up, chest puffed out and a “ta-dah”? Then, crickets… That’s where I was at. I had an idea
My hand smoothed warm cheeks before I bent down and kissed my sons’ goodnight. The stairs creaked as I tiptoed down them to settle comfortably in my favorite zebra fabric chair at our dining room table. I felt my body relax into writing, the keys of my laptop feeling good against my fingers. The lights
(Inside: A simple family activity that will help you and your kids be happier.) “Mom, I hid in the bathroom because I was scared my teacher would make me read my paragraph in front of the whole class,” my son whispered in the safety of the dimly lit room as I tucked him
(Inside: Mentally capturing the mom-moments we never want to forget.) Do you know what my recent favorite moment was? I stood outside in the driveway, my fingers laced around coffee with salted mocha creamer. The steady bounce of the basketballs leaving my sons hands and thumping against the backboard floated in the air.
(Inside: How to reduce worry.) I looked down at my wounds. Two lines of raw skin replaced where the strap to my fancy shoes had just adorned my feet. Every time I wear those sandals, my feet spend the next week recovering. Yet I still talk myself into that stylish pair BECAUSE MY OUTFIT WILL
(Inside: An inspirational free printable to empower you.) My squeaky shopping cart stopped in its tracks. “Life is art, paint your dreams.” That’s it. That’s the life-giving art I’ve been dragging my three kids around the store trying to find. Someone wrote that just for me. I’m sure of it. What the saying
My normal cooking strategy is to bang pots and pans around in the kitchen until my actual-good-cook husband enters the space and says, “I’ll do the main meal. You just cut the strawberries.” “Oh, that’d be awesome. Thanks.”,(I’d like to cook – if it wasn’t so boring.) So I was not at all surprised when,
(Inside: Let go of the past and move forward with excited anticipation.) On mother’s day, I saw this post from a sweet friend and it moved me. With her permission, I’m sharing it with you: “Amara was just a few months old in this pic, little chub. 20 years old –