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…
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
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