Open Letter to My Kids About What Matters Most
I’m writing this letter in hopes all three of you can block out a world screaming for your attention, even if for a few minutes.
Continue readingI’m writing this letter in hopes all three of you can block out a world screaming for your attention, even if for a few minutes.
Continue readingAs a Christian who believes the Spirit of the Lord lives within me, I’m blessed to have the inherent ability to allow God’s Divine grace to work through me. But do I?
Continue readingNow that I have your attention, let’s talk about hate. I assure you every fiber of my being loves raising my kids. But, certain aspects related to parenting deplete rather than bloat the love tank. Am I alone here, or have any of you ever verbalized your disdain over certain…
Continue readingTwo emotions drive every aspect of human life. One binds, the other separates. Love draws together. Fear pushes apart. Both emotions exist in our heart, battling for control over our actions and reactions on a daily basis. We need to choose love and fight fear.
Continue readingWhile the crapstorm of American politics needs a serious dose of emotional management, I’ve got bigger salmon to sizzle in my mom world. If wearing my best Swiss army gear neutralizes familial discord and showers down blessings, then suit me up.
Continue readingI stopped sending Christmas cards eight years ago. Why? Because I dreaded the time-consuming process. Plus I figured negative energy gets trapped in envelopes. For me, sending cards with a resentful or empty attitude smells like scrooge more than not sending wishes at all.
Continue readingThis Is Us captures the raw, uncut story of life: colorful, broken, beautiful, imperfect, miraculous, unpredictable, trying, refreshing, scary, magnificent, confusing, wonderful, traumatic, mesmerizing. All the brush strokes on the canvas of universal existence work towards creating a perfectly imperfect masterpiece.
Continue readingFor years leading up to this stage, I worried and vexed and grayed while assuming the formidable stage would be a disaster. I thought for sure I’d fail as a mom and screw up my miracles for good. Until I didn’t. Thank you, the mystique of prayers, Goose over ice, and God’s grace.
Continue readingOriginally published on Parent.co Car rides home with a nine-year-old who just endured a two-hour football practice wearing full pads on a sun-stroked field are often filled with complaining. Hunger and exhaustion steeped in sweat do not tend to bring out the best in a person. “Mom, I don’t want to play cornerback…
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