A split second later, as I turned to take those short three steps back to the bed, I heard it. A loud THUD. My heart dropped and when I had fully turned around I saw my son lying breathless with his back on the floor. He looked panicked, and my heart then shattered into a […]
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I’m raising adults. Six of them, to be specific. You might object that only one of my offspring has so far reached legal adult status, but the plan is that they all will. And since kids don’t magically learn how to be an adult on their 18th birthday, the preparation for adulthood starts way before […]
There are seasons when the work/motherhood balance is not just demanding; it’s, frankly, delusional. Juggling meetings, schedules, babysitters, and to-do lists can leave me feeling more like a manager than a mother. Who has which homework due tomorrow? Who has which extra-curricular activity this week? Not to mention the challenge of quality time with my […]
I had many people who were there to support me and offer their help, but when it came to friends my age who also had kids? Well, there just weren’t any. I knew that my friendships would change because I was newly married, and now I was adding a baby to the already changing dynamic. […]
6:07 p.m. — Finally, dinner is made, all eight of us are around the table, dogs waiting expectantly under the table for the five year old to drop something. Dinner Thankfuls are shared. Kids declare the meal delicious, which reminds me to be thankful that my kids eat pretty much everything I make without complaint.
My child did NOT throw up at Chick-Fil-A today. I took a real shower with water and soap and everything. I finished a movie WITHOUT falling asleep. These are the small victories I have grown to celebrate as a mom. Someone else may look at these things and pity my enthusiasm. But chances are, they […]
Pink paint. Pink acrylic paint. On the carpet in copious quantities. Trust me on this one, it is about as miserable it as it sounds. However, this isn’t really a story about carpet, and it isn’t really a story about paint. This is a story about grace. Let Me Back Up It was strangely quiet. (Moms, […]