"He's solid rock under my feet, breathing room for my soul" Psalm 62:1-2 (MSG).
News reports and tears. How could they not go together at times? I don’t think my momma’s heart can handle watching the live footage of Oklahoma after a tornado, not when it crushed a school with other women’s babies inside. Still I wake up this morning and the next and the next and I rush […]
For ten years, it sat on my desk. And I’m not a “stuff” person really. I have kids. Things break. It’s a reality, not a nightmare. Yet, this I mourned a little, when I sat down at my desk and saw what a child-who-shall-remain-nameless broke this week. Ten years ago, in my pre-Mom days when […]
Part guilt, part pride. That’s the odd tangled mess of emotions I feel about rest. Yes, guilt. Napping is difficult for me; sometimes impossible. All those years of new motherhood when the wise older women are telling you, “Rest when the baby is resting….” and you understand their gray hairs mean wisdom, but your body […]
It seems to be a Mother’s Day staple for elementary school children. Both of my older daughters made these projects and, according to my Facebook feed, so did the kids of most of my mom friends. On Mother’s Day, my daughters presented their handmade creations: An ice cream cone picture with six adjectives to describe […]
Yesterday, they formed a parade in my honor. I heard the commotion outside the bathroom door as I finished brushing my teeth on the morning of Mother’s Day. At the sound of the whispering and shuffling, I opened the door to find three daughters and one husband singing, “Happy Mother’s Day to you…” their own […]
“How was your day?” It’s my husband’s first question to me at the end of his work day every single evening. This answer used to be easier. How was my day? Mostly that depended on work. How much I accomplished, how difficult the tasks were, how successful I was, how many goals I’d met, and how […]
Years ago, a mom-friend of mine flopped onto the big blue couch in my living room and confessed, “I feel like all I do all day is tell my kids what to do and how to do it.” I nodded my head knowingly and sympathetically and absolutely had no idea what she was talking about. […]
She’s my daughter, after all, a miniature me in many ways. So, why didn’t I expect it? Why treat her less gently than God treats me? Such a simple parenting issue: Daughter colored instead of reading before bed. She ran out of time. Lights out, no reading for the night. But then she exploded. It […]
Her “Other-Grandma” had a purple house. That’s what my three-year-old told me, not just once, but all through the day. Her Grandma had a purple house and her Grandma’s cat had shimmied up a tree and needed firefighters to rescue her. My preschooler’s imaginary friends expanded over time to include an imaginary “other” family and […]
We had given them instructions. While I was away all day at a conference in Richmond, Dad was on duty for swim lessons and a friend’s birthday party and everything in between. So, I prepped my daughters in advance with specific instructions because you have to go through the bathrooms at the gym in order […]
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