There have been a few photos going viral of parents standing calmly by with a serene looks on their faces as a child thrashes on the floor in the throes of a tantrum. Commenters celebrate what a great gift they are giving their child by supporting the child’s emotional expression. I’m not here to judge. … More Why you won’t see me standing calmly while my child cries on the grocery store floor…..
I asked my Facebook followers for a little writing inspiration. If they posted one picture or GIF, I committed to writing a flash fiction story to go along with it. My first bit of inspiration came from Megan Dawson. I wish I could make you all laugh as much as this GIF makes me laugh. … More Flash Fiction: Got Those Mom Moves
When you were four years old, playing on the beach, you ran to me. “Mommy! I found some shells!” I hurried over and looked, expecting to see a few common cockle shells in your hand. I couldn’t believe it. In the flat of your palm was a sand dollar. A tiny thing no bigger than … More Dear Daughter, I’m Sorry for the Broken Pieces
Levi, my two-year-old, crawled up beside me while I was writing in my journal a few days ago. He points to the place I’m writing. “Yours?” “You book?” I nod. He scoots closer and watches as I write in my leather bound journal that I bought on a trip to Italy several years ago. I’m … More Scribbling in God’s Book of Life
My two-year-old has a radar for the sound of the dishwasher opening. His running feet slap on the hardwood, and I try not to cringe. Because let’s face it, some jobs…most jobs are easier without little helpers who put the bowls in wrong-side-down and in the wrong spaces. But, here he comes. “I hep you! … More Little Hands, Mighty Helpers: Why Kids Need Chores
Or the life advice. Or the ten steps to success…. Because no matter how great those things are, sometimes the best intentioned advice just doesn’t work. We’ve been talking about change. Little changes paving the way to big changes. Barriers to change, and why “people never change.” Along whatever path to change you seek there … More When The Parenting Books Fail You
Confession: I feel like a huge dork sharing this video. It wasn’t intended for public consumption. But, this video really isn’t about me. It’s a moment to connect with other moms balancing childrearing and professional aspirations. It’s a moment to laugh.
I’ve been feeling a little dried up in the inspiration department over the past few days. After trying out a few posts, none really felt right for the day. My three-year-old daughter, Ellie, was prancing around my desk this afternoon when I turned to her and said, “Ellie-girl, tell me. What should I write today?”
A real-life Charlotte’s Web-esque story. I hate spiders. Loathe them. (Detest, despise, revile, abhor, eschew….you get the picture) Why? Too many eyes and too many legs. The way they move. The way they bind their prey and suck their insides out…yuck. The ones that pounce on their victims, even worse.
There’s poetry in watching a person you love fall asleep.
It was a calm afternoon, big brother was at preschool, little brother was sleeping, and Ellie was perched on a counter-stool eating lunch. I had ventured into the princess’s lair, rather her “house-room” as she calls her little domain. I can’t quite remember what I was looking for as I waded through piles from her … More Don’t Push My Buttons
I’ve become a parent in the age of pitchfork parenting. Every accident and mishap is someone’s “fault.” People join the hunt, pitchforks in hand, to expose parental insufficiency, and tout how “I would never.” In a time of reflection I stumbled on a key reason this cultural phenomenon occurs.
My husband, Justin, held the Nerf gun that had already left an angry red welt on my side, aggravation mode in high gear. That thing is the devil’s Nerf gun. It feels like getting shot close range with a paintball gun. Justin pointed the Nerf gun at me. I aimed a death glare in return. … More He’d Take A Bullet For Me
Levi is my combination rough and tumble/snuggle bug. He is stocky and solid. Giving him hugs is like squeezing a bear cub. I’m dreading him growing out of his lingering baby attributes. We have a little routine every evening while I make dinner. I’ll be chopping and dicing above as he repeatedly opens and closes … More The Dept. of Unclaimed Grace
Not your average product review…. I love having clean floors. The entire house can be in cluttered disarray, but if the floors are clean I feel okay about life. With three small kids and a golden retriever, I’m fairly certain I could make keeping my floors clean a full-time occupation. When my husband asked me … More The Day a Robot Came to Play