The flailing and crying originated from the first of my two grocery carts. The front buggy housed my four children and the second contained my groceries. My one-year-old’s tantrum reached…
Lori Wildenberg
Mom since 1987 ~ blessed mom of four, mother-in-love to three, Mimi to three
Co-Founder of 1 Corinthians 13 Parenting, Administrator and Leader of Moms Together Facebook Group and Page
Author: Help Your Child Overcome Anxiety, Depression, or Suicidal Ideation, The Messy Life of Parenting: Powerful and Practical Ways to Strengthen Family Connections, Messy Journey: How Grace and Truth Offer the Prodigal a Way Home, Raising Little Kids with BIG Love, Raising Big Kids with Supernatural Love, Empowered Parents: Putting Faith First.
Helping families build connections that last a lifetime is Lori Wildenberg’s passion. Lori, licensed parent-family educator, parent coach, national speaker, and author of six parenting books leads the popular MOMS Together Facebook page and group. Lori and Tom have 4 adult children with the additional bonus of 3 in-laws and 3 grands. A perfect day in Lori’s world is a hike with Tom, Toby- their goldendoodle, and any combination of family members. Connect with Lori at loriwildenberg.com
A Back-to-School Prayer
The contents of the letter surprised me. Perhaps shocked is a better word. It was the beginning of August and every afternoon my soon-to-be first-grade son and I raced to…
The Power of the Tongue
“When I try to correct my four-year-old daughter, she tells me, ‘Mommy, you hurt my heart.’” I was speaking to a moms’ group on how to train for good behavior…
5 Ways to Rein in the Family Calendar
Frantically I shuttled my four kids to and from three different extracurricular activities. I had to pick up my high school freshman from band, drop off my thirteen-year-old son at…
A Home With a Heart
“You wouldn’t still love me if I went to jail, would you Mom?” What sort of question was this coming from my six-year-old son? Did my son think he had…
Hope for the Holidays
“It’s 101.” It was Christmas Eve morning, and our then 18-month-old son had a fever. Tom and I both knew what those three digits meant— a trip to urgent care…