Five Words Every Mom Needs To Hear

“Do you think I’m a good mom?” Sitting on the couch one afternoon with my oldest son, I got brave and asked what he really thought of me. I knew he might try to spare my feelings a little, but he’s four. He would tell me the truth. Besides, his opinion was really the only … Continue reading Five Words Every Mom Needs To Hear

When You Want to Resign From Parenthood, Remember This

My friends and I are constantly dismayed at the behavior of our children. There is always someone crying, something broken, some mess being made that need not be, all because the little darlings seem to have cotton in their ears. This inability to listen and then obey, seems to reflect on our competency as parents. … Continue reading When You Want to Resign From Parenthood, Remember This

How I Learned To Love My Body

I used to mind the wrinkles gathering like old fabric around my middle. I cringed at the stripes I earned from one baby and then two, stripes that left once and then came back and never left. I used to pull and tug on the undesirable parts, holding them in proper position, wishing they'd obey and just … Continue reading How I Learned To Love My Body

The Most Amazing Thing About Parents Isn’t Amazing At All

The longer I parent, the more I know one thing is true: I am a human. And so are my kids. I am a human who gets violently angry, who has trouble controlling her temper, who feels impatient and frustrated and takes it out on whoever is in the vicinity. I think of myself first … Continue reading The Most Amazing Thing About Parents Isn’t Amazing At All

On Going Back To Work: A Letter To My Babies

I can hardly remember it, but there was a time when I wasn't a mother, your mother. I wasn't even the girl other parents called to babysit. I never asked to hold other people's children. Yet God wanted to make a mother of me, and if I'm honest, I saw it in me all along. So … Continue reading On Going Back To Work: A Letter To My Babies

You’re Hungry For Whatever You Feed Yourself

Sometimes I get tired of writing. I wake up cranky and decide not to do it. "I'll write tomorrow," I say to myself, but I don't. Procrastination is a heavy blanket, and I cozy up under it. The days add up, and sometimes a week or more goes by with no new words. I feel … Continue reading You’re Hungry For Whatever You Feed Yourself

God Is Where You Left Him

I hate to admit it, but I read almost no fiction. I am so imbalanced. I read mostly Christian self-help books. I think they're called Christian Inspirational, maybe. But really, they're the type of books you read when you want to avoid reading the Bible but still feel like you did something spiritual. You know the kind. Yea, I'm always … Continue reading God Is Where You Left Him

For The Days When Discipline Feels Like Revenge

The last two weeks peeled back an ugly layer of truth at our house: our parenting, had, um, "room for improvement". Maybe I shouldn't lump my husband into this - I (not so) secretly believe he's a better parent than me. So, sorry, husband. The reason for this realization was the birth of our second child, who … Continue reading For The Days When Discipline Feels Like Revenge

What Matters More Than Comfort

Maybe you don't know this about me, but I hate pain. Seriously. Ask my husband. He hears about every stubbed toe, every cramp. I pop Advil at the first sign of a headache. I have the tiniest pain tolerance. Really tiny. I heard about labor and delivery from a few friends, and everyone I knew … Continue reading What Matters More Than Comfort