Bad Advice to My Daughter

Bad Advice to My Daughter

“Mom! Daniel’s hitting me!!”

Based on the sounds of toys crashing and a toddler screaming, I’m pretty sure my daughter wasn’t making this one up.

I just left the play room two seconds ago and they’re already fighting?! Read more

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Man of Sorrows, God of Grace

Man of Sorrows, God of Grace

It was a normal day. The refreshing smell of the spring dew filled the air. There was peace in the house. The inner sense of calm was curious to me; I knew today was the day. From the very beginning, I wanted to know, was the baby growing within me another boy or could it be that I was carrying a precious daughter? Read more

Lessons from my “whole-hearted” kid

Lessons from my “whole-hearted” kid

My five-year-old views everything in life as black or white.

Since this kid was two years old he was always all about something. And whatever he was all about, he would run that thing or activity into the ground before moving on to the next big thing. All about trains, all about maps, all about Candy Land, all about bikes… the obsessions move from one big thing to more exciting, better things and his ever-growing, curious mind continues to move like lightening from one interest to another. Read more

Major Missteps in Mothering

Major Missteps in Mothering

The topic of parenting, specifically child training, comes and goes in consuming my mind.

Naturally, I think about mother-and-child-holding-handsit more when dealing with one of my own children and wondering how to properly handle various situations. Or when one of the young people from our church youth group willfully leaves the faith of their parents in a desperate worldliness crave.

It’s in these moments that I start to examine my mothering. A big fear for most moms is failing. Will my child be successful? Be liked? Be a hard worker? Have character? etc…

In this state of vulnerability it easy to look to another mom whose children look respectable and try to mimic their mothering style. Words like, I want to be like so-and-so enter my mind. But disappointment seems to always be the conclusion – probably because I am not them, nor will I ever be them…

I am what I am. That’s Popeye 🙂 Read more

The Clothesline

The Clothesline

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Poetry and I don’t usually see eye-to-eye. I cannot write poetry (although my last poem was written in High School…maybe it’s time to try again?) and even reading poetry feels like a chore. I usually have to discipline myself to finish any poem but in the end, once the main point has been discovered, I re-read the poem again, sometimes a third time, pondering each phrase. Poetry is great like that. Anything that gets the wheels of the mind turning and contemplating the things of life, or better yet, the things of God, is good for the soul. Read more