"Here mom, you can have the rest of this. I've had enough." It still shocks me every time. Somehow my kids - in spite of their choco-holic mom - have learned to stop eating when they are full, and to give their excess to me or their dad. They even do this with ice cream. Unbelievable. I,... Continue Reading →
I love looking out over the ocean, or from any overlook - it always feels good to stretch my eyes! But there is something extra special about not just looking out over miles and miles, but being able to see something at the end of the looking. It feels like some kind of accomplishment. From this... Continue Reading →
I am not good at "again." All those parts of mommyhood that demand repeated attention - oh wait, that's all of it - are hard for me. I get to check laundry and dishes off of my list one day, and then, just like that, there they are on my list again. And again. Every day,... Continue Reading →
My mind jumps. ALWAYS. It jumps from laundry to a 6-year old's question to a text message to Facebook to a baby crying to my job to vacuuming to church. In like a minute. And then back again. Especially when I am flipping through social media, I am not focused. My brain hops from friends I have known... Continue Reading →
I wasn't with her, and I am not with him. But I am lucky enough to have friends and family on both sides of this spectrum who keep me informed on the emotional climate around lots of issues, including the election - and my Facebook feed has felt so dichotomous for the last two days... Continue Reading →
What if I could sort my thoughts and worries and put them away - like so many t-shirts from a suitcase at the end of a trip?
Dear Syrian Refugees, I want you to know that I am still praying for you. My heart still hurts when I think about you. I think of you often... so my heart hurts often. It is so hard to believe that it has been almost 6 years since this crisis started. Almost the entire lifetime... Continue Reading →
I hadn't really read books in years. I was an English major in college, but after graduating I took a reading break. Magazines were fine, but books just didn't hold my attention. I think I was burned out. Then came marriage, and then kids, and pretty much the only books I opened were for the... Continue Reading →
There's not much worse than those little round, tasteless wafers that are often served for communion. When I eat one of those, I usually get at least briefly distracted from meditating on the great gift of Jesus' body, being broken for us, and my thoughts run more along the lines of, "Why did I even put this in... Continue Reading →
When we first started considering foster care, my first concern was about our own kids. How they would handle having "outsiders" in our home... how we would handle taking care of that many kids... Now, having done a couple stints with respite, I don't know how we would do it without them!
I recently watched my daughter's middlish-aged ballet teacher (she isn't much older than me, so I really don't want to call her middle-aged... but how else you would describe us? We aren't exactly young'uns....) as she moved so gracefully across the dance floor to a worship song, performing for all of us parents and students in... Continue Reading →
"Mommy, I had an accident!!" Strip the 4-year old, put her clothes and the rug in the washing machine, and put the 4-year old in the bathtub. Get out the mop. While mopping up the "accident", decide to keep going and mop up some other nearby rooms. Check back on the 4-year old. Discover that... Continue Reading →
If you read my last post, then you may be a little peeved with me for leaving you hanging. Sorry about that. Well, not really. There's just so much to say that I couldn't imagine trying to fit it all into one readable post. Forgive me! So, without further ado, here is our latest invitation: to take foster... Continue Reading →
There have been several pivotal moments in my life where I was unexpectedly invited into some crazy adventure. I felt a divine tapping on my shoulder to try something or go in a direction that I hadn't anticipated or prepared for. Saying yes to those invitations was always hard - and always worth it. It... Continue Reading →