I was tucking my older daughter into bed when she said to me, “I wish I could have met Grandma Valentine.” I told her I wish she had too.
There is great value in mothering, but I mustn’t wait for my daughter to be out of the house to take care of me. Before there was a mother, there was a woman.
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.
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.
In the spirit of encouraging growth and freedom, I’ve made a list of things I will not fix for my kids this summer…
In today’s podcast, author Rachel Nielson reads four of her articles about concrete ways that she finds hope and fulfillment as a mother, even in the hardest of times.
My children feel the influence of my own mother’s patience, love and sacrifice, through my best attempts to emulate her. Her influence continually fills our hearts with love.
It is OK to struggle; everybody does. It is what we do as a result of the challenge that matters. Will we learn from it or allow it to defeat us?
I realized that I needed to reconsider my purpose in playing games with my children. Was the point to spend enjoyable leisure time with them? Or was I trying to teach them the rules of the game?
Do you ever feel that you are not enough? That you need to be June Cleaver, Kelly Rippa and Martha Stewart all rolled into one? It’s exhausting to even think about – not to mention impossible to do! In this series of audio posts, Power of Moms Team Member, Jennifer Brimhall, shares three great posts that […]
An outside look at your family might give you just the perspective you desperately need.
It’s great to plan a family trip when everything goes well and everyone has a good time, but when things start to fall apart, it becomes an adventure! “Our trip became one of the weaving moments of the fabric of our family, and hopefully we taught our children that when it rains, you sing.”