When I woke up 30 minutes before my alarm went off, I thought, “If I wake Spencer up right now, he could play the game for a little while before it’s time to leave.” Then came a little internal battle: Really? Do you EVER wake up a sleeping child so he can play a video game?
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.
Being a mom and being with children can be fun, at least some of the time. But I’ve had a a few experiences lately that have shown me the value of pure fun, just for myself.
I need to face it. My kids are going to grow up. And that’s already happening way faster than I feel ok about. I guess that’s why I latch on with all my heart to ideas I hear or come up with that will help me cherish the moment while they’re young. Some of them […]
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.”
I’ve learned that children feel safe when they have a mom with no phone to check, no dinner to make, no siblings to interrupt. Just a mom, a dark room, and a song.
As my kids get older, I’m realizing that the solution to healthy eating AND sanity lies in one place: my kids need to learn to cook.
We always tell ourselves, “I’ll never forget this moment.” But memories are fragile and time is fleeting. I often find myself looking back at pictures of my children and wondering what we talked about that day. I wish I could remember all of these things, but I can’t, or can I?
To celebrate the longest night of the year—the day when the solar year bottoms out and starts to climb back up again—we go outside and light a fire. We stand around it, stamp our feet a little to chase away the cold, and something magical happens.
When bedtime didn’t go as planned, I found a way to show my son that I don’t just love him, I enjoy him too.