I spent the morning at middle school orientation with my oldest son and I CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE IT. How is middle school upon us already? Yesterday, he slept in a crib, ate baby food, and refused to independently put on his shoes. I need a moment to digest this. So, when we got home, I
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: 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 –
(Inside: A Mother’s Day message for you.) You are a mom. You give every day. You put others needs before your own. You love deeply. You teach. You referee. You mentor. You are creative, resourceful and strong. You freely give grace. There is no one else in your family’s life like you.
(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
(Inside: How to deal with adversity.) I was ready for a fight. The T-birds versus The Scorpions. (Danny Zuko, anyone?) It was my side against theirs and I was on deck. My why-we-are-right reasons were queued up. My comebacks loaded. My back pocket held insults and sarcasm. My tongue, sharpened. And
Here’s my most recent Huffington Post article. It still seems surreal that I get to publish over there. Crazy mad dream come true. What is your dream? What keeps you up at night as you think: Maybe I COULD do this? What has God placed on your heart to try? I say go for it.
(Inside: For moms like me who’ve caved.) No boys, we are NOT taking care of your aunt’s dog. It’s too much work. I know you said you’d do everything, but YOU KNOW I’ll end up cleaning up poop. I know Bella’s cute, but I like our dog-free home. I know you think it’s nice