Today I hear … Whining about her sister having a bigger scoop. Slamming doors. The relentless buzz of the dryer–a load needs folded … again. But I also hear … “This dinner ‘tasteses’ good, Mama.” The C-chord sounding a bit like heaven on a tiny ukulele. Tender, loving words in her sleepy bedtime voice. This is what my life sounds…
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The Day I Stopped Saying ‘Hurry Up’
When you’re living a distracted life, every minute must be accounted for. You feel like you must be checking something off the list, staring at a screen, or rushing off to the next destination. And no matter how many ways you divide your time and attention, no matter how many duties you try and multi-task, there’s never enough time…
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A Target for Life
I reached into her pajamas drawer unconsciously grabbing the worn polka-dotted flannel that felt like home in my hand. “Those don’t fit me anymore, Mama,” my 6-year-old daughter informed ever so gently, as if somehow knowing those words could literally break my heart. “Are you sure they don’t fit?” I asked with a hint of desperation in my voice. “Could…
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A Simple Tool for a More Positive Home
The other night I was lying beside my 6-year-old daughter at bedtime when she snuggled in close and released a contented sigh. “I’m glad I have a family,” she whispered softly. After agreeing whole-heartedly with her beautiful statement, an unexpected question popped out of my mouth. “If you didn’t have a family, who would you want to live with?” I…
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The Important Thing About Yelling
I cherish the notes I receive from my children—whether they are scribbled with a Sharpie on a yellow sticky note or written in perfect penmanship on lined paper. But the Mother’s Day poem I received from my 9-year-old daughter was especially meaningful. In fact, the first line of the poem caused my breath to catch as warm tears slid down my…
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What Our Children Want Us To See
*name has been changed “I wish you were my mom,” Jeremy* said—not once, but twice. I wasn’t even a mother yet. I was simply a teacher who listened and loved and ran to her mentor if she didn’t know what to do—which was quite often. But in Jeremy’s eyes, those traits were enough to qualify me as a good mom….
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