I always thought this would be a relief. That I would celebrate…you know… like I did when I was finally able to walk out of the house without a diaper bag in tow or when I was first able to start using the restroom without a child interrupting me.
I wish I could say I am rocking this middle phase the way my son is, but I find myself fluctuating between complete confidence in exactly where we are and utter terror because we are neither where we used to be nor where we are headed.
I see the unattractive exterior, but my children see visions of something more grand in these toy soldiers.
I want to see the beauty and the romance, and I want to believe in the strength and the fight.
In parenting, there are so many details of which to keep track. When is the school concert, the holiday program, the special lunch, the extra practice, and whose permission slip needs to be signed tonight? The list of tasks is endless, and it is easy to let some things slip through the cracks here and there. Sometimes I think my poor […]
My heart breaks when I receive documentation from the school concerning my son’s reading ability. We did everything you are supposed to do. We have read to him from infancy, we practiced sight words for hours and hours, we read, and we read, and we read. Yet, our twelve year old son still finds himself in the very bottom percentile […]
The world needs you, but you don’t have to carry the weight of it.
This weekend is our last football game of the season. My husband coached the defense, our son played, and the girls cheered. It has been a trying season. It was a very successful season athletically, but there were some hard lessons learned.
November is traditionally a month of gratitude, and I have been blessed with the gift of a few off notes to help me practice hearing the melody as we kick off the season of thanks.
Loving when the ball has been fumbled and loving when the penalty flag is thrown takes effort, but the celebration of victory is so much sweeter when you have shared in the defeats.
God made my girl to be so big on the inside that it is pouring out the borders of her skin. I love this child, and I pray for the grace I need to help her as her skin grows to to fit all of who she is.