So I did something scary today. I went on Facebook Live… That woke up my fear of public speaking in a big way :/. Yikes that was stress-inducing… Anyways……. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I am a goal driven creature. I have this way of turning even the most relaxing activities … More Setting Grace Goals: I Can’t Out-“do” Grace
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…..
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
No one leaves me questioning how I portray being a woman as much as my daughter. She is my miniaturized mirror image, reflecting all my flaws and successes as a mother. She misses nothing. Of course all three of my children reflect back bits of me. The phrases I use. My facial expressions. When I … More Mirror, Mirror: Being A Woman of God
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
I’ve been discussing the difficulty of change lately. Challenges, barriers, complexities. Today, I want to take a moment and remind us all of the simple elements of change, the power of consistency, and how small things become big things. So the question is, can a cup of coffee change your life? Some of you know … More How A Cup of Coffee Changed My Marriage
The Christmas season is drawing near. Here is the story of an ADHD child’s struggle to make Santa’s good list. I hope it challenges us all on how we think about the Christmas season. I was driving the kids home from their gymnastics class one early October day. It had been a rough day. … More A Christmas Question from an ADHD Child: Have I Been Good Enough?
I don’t love being vulnerable with complete strangers. Honestly I limped through writing this, but I know I’m not the only one out there who deals with such struggles. So here we go.
“Are you ready to get out of the bathtub?”
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.
Since Ellie was the inspiration for Tuesday’s post, I was interested to know what my oldest son would say when I asked him what I should write about. It was a far cry from what I’d expected.
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?”
There’s poetry in watching a person you love fall asleep.