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: How my husband and I exchange Christmas gifts.) Are you also in the phase of life where everyone else (kids, mortgage, car, Target…) takes ALL YOUR MONEY? (Help us, Dave Ramsay.) That’s our current season. This fact has shaped how my husband and I exchange Christmas gifts. We’ve decided…We buy our own presents.
(Inside: Thoughts for the working mom.) I lingered a few feet outside the main doors of the gym where my son was playing in his final weekend basketball tournament. Phone to my ear, I discussed work with my colleague. When I hung up, I instantly felt guilty. I should be more helpful to my
(Inside: Create family-connection by learning how you and your family members feel loved.) You dropped one kid off at voice lessons, picked another up from swim team and the third you wrangled through homework with a few tears…from you. Do you get stuck in the busyness of life and occasionally find yourself wondering: Do I
(Inside: Why ordinary parenting has a significant impact on kids.) I raised my head in anticipation as the hum of the helicopter grew louder. Back and forth it rocked. I knew the pilot, my dad, was saying hello from the sky. It’s one of my best childhood memories. It’s true. Except it’s
(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: Why hobbies empower you.) Hobbies empower us. They build our confidence and improve our self-esteem. Hobbies also provide us with a creative outlet and way to reduce our stress. But, as moms, we can feel like we shouldn’t pursue our hobbies. Yes, we don’t have the same time as our retired neighbor, but keeping our hobbies at
(Inside: A parenting hack to eliminate the before school chaos.) The terrible-horrible-very-bad-worst part of our morning is when I announce “Time to go!” We all simultaneously lose our brain cells. One kid can’t find his shoe, the other his homework, and the third decides to take a firm stance against why kids have