I called my friend through my tears of gratitude and thanked her profusely for thinking of me. She didn’t know I’d been down in the dumps; she didn’t know I had prayed and hoped for comfort. But God did.
I know the seasons of my motherhood will keep changing — until one day mine will include a very still and quiet home. So I remind myself to treasure these days, even with the frustration and overwhelm that sometimes still creep in.
Casey’s words empowered me and reaffirmed that despite my fears and inhibitions to move forward, it’s essential that I do — while still being purposeful in the now.
Think of the word CONFIDENCE. What thoughts or emotions arise? To those of you who didn’t bat an eye or squirm uncomfortably or even understand why such a word could evoke anything other than a casual self-assurance — good for you! You’re way ahead of most women! For the rest of you who grimaced, glanced away, or experienced discomfort — I’m totally …
You moms out there who have put your passions and seemingly non-pressing personal needs on hold, please go dig them out of the piles of laundry and dishes and team practices.
I love my kids; I wouldn’t trade them for anything. I will, however, trade some moments with them for time alone.
I saw you at the park eyeing me judgmentally, probably assuming I was too distracted by my phone to notice my kids climbing ridiculously high. The thing is, I am watching my kids — but at the level they need.
Be it action-packed days or long and lazy — what kids really want is love and attention, especially from their parents.
Anyone who knows me knows I’m a total extrovert. I need interaction with other people (specifically adults!) to thrive. Chatting and laughing and connecting with others have long since refilled my weary soul. Especially when I was a new mom in the trenches with babies and toddlers, the rare, much-needed adult interaction was the oxygen that revived me. While I …
Once upon a time, four young, naive, and hilariously silly girls traveled from different states to a church college in the middle-of-freakin’-cold-nowhere, Idaho. They’d never met until they hauled their boxes, bags and a duct taped suitcases into the same Ricks College dorm room 20 years ago. Time out: how the heck can I say ’20 years ago’ and it …