(Inside: Do you want to help your kid thrive in school? These four questions will help your child find success and enjoy his or her educational journey.) I scanned the array of graduation photos spread out in front of me. Geez, it’s been years since I’ve taught these amazing kiddos in high school. I picked up a
(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: 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: 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: Do we take advantage of the moments life gives us to get to know our children?) Clean socks dwindled, food became scarce, and the house turned into a wretched state – there was so much to accomplish. But I had a blessed day at home to catch up and plow through my to-do list
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: 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
(Inside: Hope for you in your pain.) You know how outside elements – hail, debris or small rocks – have bounced off the windshield of your car with no damage a thousand times before? But then, for whatever the reason, perhaps the size of the debris, angle it hits, or speed you’re driving, one
(Inside: For the moms who don’t ever want our babies to grow.) To all you moms of babies out there who love this stage… I understand you. I love the baby stage, too: the cooing and smiles, the rocking and nursing, the little legs dangling from your hip. We hold our babies