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. […]
“Mom, watch my new trick!” my three-year-old shouts. She’s about to do something amazing. Or so she says. I turn my focus toward her, the small girl absorbing every ounce of my attention—a gift I hadn’t realized was so precious—before she does it. Her trick. She has lots of them now. Spinning on one leg. […]
For whatever reason, my husband and I decided it’d be a good idea to bring our toddlers to a professional basketball game. He works in the sports industry and I grew up with basketball in my blood. So what the heck? It’d be fun. Once we got our tickets, we found our seats and let […]
“Mom!” My two-year-old sprints into my bedroom, hair flying, eyes wide. “Mom!” “What’s the matter??” A couple clean clothes rest in neat piles on the bed. The others tumble from the hamper, like they’re tripping over themselves to hear what Marie will say next. “The music started and you weren’t there! I paused my show […]
Posted on February 3, 2016
Since my previous post, The Power of Forgiveness, something radical happened: I looked into the spiritual mirror and discovered I looked nothing like Jesus. Particularly in the way I was disciplining my children. Too many endless days had seeped into too many sleepless nights. Without even realizing it, I had reached my boiling point. And […]
Posted on November 8, 2015
How is parenthood a step toward sainthood? Find out here!
“Funny how children force us to be sanctified. Silly me, when I started this whole parenting thing, I thought it was MY job to keep THEM pure.
But I’ve found that by trying to shape and mold my daughters’ morals, my own character gets put through the fire. As though parenthood—when done right—is a little taste of purgatory. A little snippet of life that trims the fat from our soul, then sets it ablaze until it’s golden.”
Posted on October 25, 2015
The toy giraffe crashes to the ground with a squeak, followed by the roar of a devastated infant. In the case of such dire emergency, Marie, my two-year-old, gasps and grasps her chest. “Oh no! ‘Lizbet need help! I help her!” The small girl scoots off her chair, dashes over to the abandoned plastic animal, […]
Posted on November 13, 2014
We’ve heard them before, those nasty little four-letter words. We heard them in Eminem’s live performance at a recent family-friendly event. We hear them on radio stations, in sitcoms and movies. But as the list of encounters grows longer, sometimes so do the words. I myself have been condescendingly called some pretty harsh things in […]
After a Saturday morning meeting with my writing group and an afternoon interview for a magazine article, I strolled back home where my husband and daughter awaited. “I don’t know how you do it,” my husband said, motioning to the squawking infant at his feet. “I literally don’t know you do this all day every […]
Imagine you’re unable to move or speak. Your stomach churns violently, constricting on itself. You have no ability to feed yourself. You can’t even form words to tell someone about your hunger. The pangs yank harder in your belly. What would you do? My daughter cries. And I don’t blame her. She is not capable […]