Sibling Rivalry, Restitution, and the Great Roll War
For the last seven weeks we have been living with my sister and her family. For the most part, we have had a wonderful time,…
For the last seven weeks we have been living with my sister and her family. For the most part, we have had a wonderful time,…
I went in for my every-three-and-a-half-months, I’ve-put-this-off-too-long, please-cut-my-hair-so-it-doesn’t-look-like-I’m-wearing-a-lampshade appointment at the hairdresser. I have a headful of decidedly curly, i.e. forgiving but frizzy hair, quickly becoming more frizzy and less forgiving. I believe the dialogue went something like this.
Hairstylist: Are you under a lot of stress?
Me: Um, well, yeah. Some.
Lately, I’ve been waist deep in a book I’m writing about child-loss. It’s a memoir and the full intent is to share hope and encouragement for women who have experienced pregnancy or infant child-loss. The story grips me. In fact, as I’m writing it, many times I find myself pulling back a bit to really carefully examine my experiences– what I felt and what I’ve gained. I’ve had multiple miscarriages and after each time, something different happened to me. A different feeling. A different lesson. Most importantly, God has taught me the beauty of who he is in my life, even in the midst of my pain. But one other lesson he’s sharing with me right now, is how blessed I am to have three beautiful children right here, how they are a gift and how I should treat them that way.
My kids’ laughter met my ears as I rushed into the living room. They sat around the carpeted floor surrounded by Lego blocks. Each of…
It was as if I was watching a Polaroid photo develop. First, a vague figure appeared. “You know, we have a family history of ADD.”…
When our 5 kids were little I ran away. Well not exactly, but I do remember standing by the front door at the end of…
When our 5 kids were little I ran away. Well not exactly, but I do remember standing by the front door at the end of a horrible, rainy day…
When I first started homeschooling I was afraid of a few things. My kids would get on my nerves. My kids wouldn’t get enough socialization….
My four year old son Kellus loves getting surprises. In fact, he loves them so much that anytime he thinks he’s done something good, he…
(Morning moms need not apply) It was always this time of year that I’d hit Sam’s Club with a vengeance to finally be the mom…