The last thing I remember before going under was the sensation of tears limping from my eyes and tap tapping on the stark white sheet beneath my head. I sobbed into the mask that was placed over my mouth and nose, both welcoming and dreading the oblivion that waited for me. I still see the…
Pumpkin-Spice Legacy
I have a love/hate relationship with this time of year. Things I love: Pumpkins, s’mores, boots, scarves, colorful leaves, the smell of bonfires, and oversized sweatshirts (although in this North Carolina weather, who knows when we’ll actually see any of those things). Things I hate: The 3,643 holiday season events and activities that turn me…
Awkward Mom Moments (And Why They Matter)
The music was so loud I could hardly hear myself think. I climbed out of my minivan and cast a sideways, amused glance at the car next to me. I remembered the days when I used to crank my music to ungodly levels. Something tells me I just wouldn’t look as cool today rocking out…
I Try to Do the Right Thing, But…
I never knew so much ‘tude could exist in one little body. My four-year-old sat perched on the edge of his bed: arms crossed, eyes narrowed, and sweet lips pressed into a firm line of defiance. His chest heaved from the Oscar-worthy performance he’d just displayed as he protested the great injustice of having to…
The Most Dangerous Place: Creating a Culture of Life for Our Children
This article originally appeared at gsocarecenter.org. We walked with the crowd of people toward an old, dilapidated building. Angry weeds forced their way through every visible crack and crevice. The building rested at the end of a long driveway, and volunteers in brightly colored vests lined either side. We walked in silence as an overwhelming…
You’re Still Happy with Me, Right?
I exited the room, arms full of folded towels. The goal was to put them in the linen closet and come back for the rest of the clothes. I couldn’t have been gone more than ten seconds. Sometimes ten seconds is all it takes. When I entered the living room, every piece of freshly folded…
What Do Scary Things Do?
“I’m afraid of spiders.”
My almost four-year-old eyed me and then quickly redirected his gaze to his toys. His tone was apologetic.
Throw Off Laziness
“NO, I will NEVER do what you want me to do. Never. NEVEEEEEERRR!!!” His footsteps pounded down the hall, followed by the sharp slam of his bedroom door. Ah, you’re probably thinking, the teenage years. Those are tough. Nope. He’s three. THREE. I stared down the hall after my Drama King. Wow. So many little…
When My Children Shake Me
“Are you sorry for snapping at me?” I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. Shame washed over me as I replayed the outburst in my head. How was it possible that one three-year-old could make my blood boil so easily? I looked at my son, staring at me with his impossibly blue…
3 Weeks of God-Focused Fall Activities for Young Children
If you’re like me, you might get a little overwhelmed with the 3,643 events that happen in the fall. It kind of seems like there’s a tad bit of pressure to do ALL the things. After all, if you don’t enjoy a pumpkin-spiced-something while wearing cute wedge boots and carving a pumpkin…did fall even happen? I’m…
