I get accused of not playing with my kids very often. So at the risk of breaking my almost-37-year old neck, I played this weekend. By the end of Sunday afternoon they’d reduced the neighbor’s hill to ice and turned their cheeks the color of summer vine-ripened tomatoes. Ah, summer. Come on back now. As… Continue reading Beyond Snow Days, Chronic Illness, and All the What-ifs
In February, when I attended FCWC (which is really more retreat than conference and I recommend it wholeheartedly for introverted writers and harried moms who want to be writers), Robert Benson was the keynote speaker. I wrote a little about some things Robert had to say about hurry and life and living within the steps… Continue reading What It Means for Me to Live Prayer
Dear Amelia, Today you are six. Once upon a time I marked these milestones pretty well with blog posts. Well, I hit one and two and three and four… but there’s a noticeable gap for last year. I wonder if someday you’ll ask me why because you’ll have forgotten. I’m not sure I want you… Continue reading A Six Year Milestone (for Amelia’s Birthday)
There are good days and bad days and in-between days. Sometimes I still sit in the school parking lot and cry. But this line breaks my heart when I read back over and remember our darkest moments of this time: I can’t suit up for this fight with everyone watching.
Amazing, isn’t it, how something unseen can bring you to your knees? One dreaded word gets thrown about like parade candy this time of year but with less enthusiasm. Virus. Respiratory. Hand-foot-mouth. And every mother’s nightmare that often appears at 3 a.m. and never quite makes it to the toilet. Stomach virus. Our nightmare with… Continue reading Why I’m Terrified of Viruses (and a $10 EPantry Credit!)
Things have been quiet here in this space, and I really needed it. Needed to step back and not spew out words and frustration that would do no one any good. Instead, I just had some good old-fashioned temper tantrums with my real life people. And I made pizza and filled our house with friends… Continue reading When God Gives More Than You Can Handle
Our little two and a half year old tornado of a boy pulled a package of underwear out of his drawer last week and demanded to wear it. I figured why not? His sisters were all this age when they learned the fine art of using the potty for more than a step stool. Yet… Continue reading When the Unknown Looks Like Potty Training