When we moved our family from Hawaii to Utah, I did everything I could to emotionally prepare my children. However, during it all, I forgot to prepare myself.
The other day we were going to the store to buy garland for our banister. I wanted to make our home look homey and festive…so my children would feel the “holiday spirit” in our home. However, the children had other ideas in mind.
My eight-year-old insisted on spending her money on bedraggled mums. I was positive there would be no way to get those mums properly planted. She finally convinced me she would take care of the mums, and so she bought them and has been faithfully tending them. And I've learned the true meaning of "perfect".
A recent study explored whether or not children make us happy. What do you think? And is "happiness" the most important thing?
Because we expect “progress” to mean “improvement,” we sometimes forget that growth means “growing pains” both physically and emotionally for both parent and child. Just as my son’s joints ached as he grew four inches over a summer, so too do we hurt sometimes as we stretch to new heights in our lives together.
I remember the first time I heard that inflammatory statement. I was a teenager attending a class with this title simply so I could prove the teacher wrong! Who did this guy think he was?! Teenagers know exactly what love is! Or at least we thought we did.
Check out these simple and meaningful ideas for making the whole month of November into a season of thanksgiving for your family.
I definitely don't have all the answers. But I have been thinking hard about what I can do to live my life more fully. I think there are some small measures we can take every day to make sure we are not taking the important things in life for granted.
All moms need to feel like they can take a guilt-free break. Join Ginny Kubitz Moyer as she describes how her crazy journey to the ER taught her some very important lessons about health…and herself.
Do you ever make long, complicated lists and expect yourself to accomplish EVERYTHING? I learned (the hard way) that it's much better to learn the art of renegotiation.
It’s tempting to sink into despair when your kids can’t seem to get along no matter what you try or when they consistently fall short of your expectations. But just when things get looking pretty bleak on the mothering front, out of nowhere comes a redeeming moment.