I used to think that patience was just not part of my personality, but I’ve learned that patience is in fact a skill—something that can be practiced and improved.
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What do your hands say about you? I have my mother’s hands–overworked, baggy knuckled, a bit bony, sinewy hands. They are cracked, but not dry and they are skinny but not delicate. These hands are tools, not accessories.
Ever feel like you’re spending the “best years” of your life living in chaos? Here’s a humorous experience to which you can DEFINITELY relate–as well as some food for thought on your worth as a mother.
Motherhood isn’t about being, it’s about becoming. At each stage of motherhood, we are beginners. We don’t just become mothers when we give birth; we become mothers as we trudge through all the trial and error, the self-doubt, the worry, the overwhelmingly hard days, and the joy, too.
Would you like some practical ideas to help you live a life that focuses better on the things you care about the most? Join Saren Eyre Loosli, April Perry, Allyson Reynolds, and Kelly King Anderson in a fun Learning Circle-type discussion about how they pick their priorities (or at least how they’re trying…).
I will forever be grateful to my wise friend, Laney, who, in one life-changing conversation, helped me to start challenging “mom-guilt.”
Last year we had a do-it-yourself Halloween. By that, I don’t mean that I got all crafty with Pinterest-inspired stuff. I mean the kids did it THEMSELVES. And it worked out just great. We’re going for the same approach this year!
It’s exciting and empowering to discover that saying no doesn’t have to leave me feeling guilty, and saying yes doesn’t need to deplete me.
How can you sum up motherhood in just a sentence? It’s impossible. It is so much more than what could be summarized in a bulleted list or job application. Motherhood is everything.
Recently I joined a Facebook group designed to help its members realize their goals. I struggled to set a goal that seemed significant enough, but I learned that maybe I didn’t need to.
I (April) met Joanne Miller in person a few months ago, though I’ve known of her for years. Knowing what I know now, I wish it hadn’t taken me so long to find her. You know how deliberate motherhood feels utterly impossible sometimes? Maybe you feel like you’re stretched too thin or that the cards are totally stacked […]
It didn’t matter what I looked like, how much baby weight remained, how dirty the rest of the house was. Everything that meant anything to me in that moment was before me. My dream had come true.