In this photo-filled post, Amanda Hamilton Roos transports us from Einstein’s desk to the workshop of our own homes.
Motherhood is often punctuated by challenges, sometimes small and mundane and sometimes lasting and heart-wrenching. How can we get through them? The Stockdale Paradox, a mix of optimism and discipline, could be part of your solution.
In viewing myself as a dandelion, I was able to understand my own position as a mother and the choices that I am able to make.
Have you ever struggled to bond with your girl whose interests only drift further and further away from your own? Amanda Roos found a way to spend time with her daughter while doing something they both love -- reading.
Are you outlasting the challenges of motherhood? Or is your endurance in need of some work? As mothers, we need to remember that we are built for the long haul—to outlast the hard moments, days, weeks, and years we have before us. We are built to last.
Barbara Walters expressing regret over not having a bigger family has Allyson thinking: It might be a worthwhile exercise to take a few minutes while thinking about our New Year's Resolutions and ask ourselves, “What do I want more than anything else?”
Sometimes we get a little too obsessed with perfection. Perfect children, perfect dinner, perfect schedule, and (of course) a perfectly clean and organized home. Then we look at reality! Here's my new definition of perfection.
I love my kids and I'm grateful that my dream of having a family had come true. But when I was younger, mothering didn't come as naturally to me. Then, I read a quote by Mother Teresa that stuck with me and I realized that my purpose in life was under my nose. ...
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".