Motherhood Category

Sad Choices

My girls have had a tough time making good choices lately, especially when it comes to sleep. They refuse to nap, choosing to giggle beneath the blankets with each other in the top bunk instead. Then they wake up in the middle of the night to do the same thing. For hours. As the days […]

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How Many Times Do You Put Your Fingers In Your Mouth Every Day?

“I have water on my finger,” my three-year-old says from the backseat. I cock a brow and glance in the rearview mirror. Water? “How do you have water on your finger?” I ask. “From my water cup,” she answers, like it’s obvious. But before we got in the van, I stuffed the water cups into […]

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I See You

One of my greatest joys is cheering for my kids when they do something amazing. Amazing being a relative word, of course. It could be writing a lower case ‘g’ in the lines properly. Or swinging from the monkey bars. Or hopping around the room on one leg. Amazing can quite literally mean anything. Just […]

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When God Closes a Door…

My kids always seem to know what they want. Milk. Snacks. A blanket. Socks. More snacks. And that’s just at bedtime. They’re pros at wanting stuff. It’s like they’re hard-wired to desire what they think will make them happy. Take it from my son. He’s only eight-months-old and can’t even speak yet, but he has […]

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Ready for Church?

“Ready for church?” It’s a silly question, really, and to be honest, I’m not sure why I asked. I gaze upon my two small daughters as they shove pancakes into their mouths, the stringy syrup striping their pajamas. Cheeks puffed with pastries, they shake their heads. I run through the mental checklist: Clean the table. […]

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What Is Parenthood, Really?

My son’s cry rattles me from sleep. I rub one eye and take a dreaded peek at the clock. 4:43 Sigh. Who needs alarms when they’ve got kids? Tossing back the covers, I shiver in the chilly, pre-dawn air. But this is it. No more covers. No more sleep. The baby’s awake. The day’s begun. […]

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Better Than a Rubber Monkey

My infant son has a lot of toys. They’re not sparkling with newness, by any means. No, they are the leftovers—the survivors, really—of his two older sisters. All of them hold their own stories. My oldest daughter favored some, my second daughter preferred others. But all of them were abandoned after years of child growth […]

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Raising Jerktoids

My daughter is a jerktoid. There, I said it. I know it’s harsh, but it’s true. She’s selfish, stubborn, and abrasive. She whines and shouts, emotion spilling uncontrollably down her face when things don’t go her way. Then she strikes me in the face when I don’t cave in to her antics. It’s like raising […]

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A Little Short-Sighted

A few weeks ago, we took my son to the doctor for his first well-visit. After his near-death entrance into the world (which I talk about here), we held our breath while the doctor examined every crevice, every pore, scouring the kid for any signs of malfunction or injury. Doc flipped the baby over and […]

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When Do You Rest?

“Is nap time over now?” my daughter asks for the fifteenth time in the same amount of minutes. “No, Marie. Go back to your room.” Casually (and oh-so-conveniently), she wanders through the play area on her way back to her room. “Can I take this car with me to my room?” “Having another toy in your room won’t […]

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