Motherhood has shown me what I don’t know over and over again. But along the way, I’ve also learned a few lessons that spill over onto the rest of my life—lessons I suspect only motherhood could have taught me.
Somewhere along the line, adoption has become associated with the myth of ‘love at first sight.’ I surely cannot say that no one feels this, but I can say that not everyone does, and not everyone has to. Because the truth is, love is a thing that grows.
There are days that I am endlessly running, and it helps to consider the view from above. It doesn’t eliminate what needs to be done, but it helps me to remember that my actions do matter.
Check out these simple and meaningful ideas to help your family really feel the joy of gratitude this month.
In our wildest dreams we couldn’t have conjured up the twists and turns our life journey would take us through. While the loss of our firstborn scarred us in some lifelong ways, it was the catalyst for so many blessings.
I was praying and pleading daily to have help and patience. I had a degree in early childhood education, for heaven’s sake—I knew how to teach and discipline, right? But I didn’t have any answers for this passionate, intense child. I was humbled and needed help.
This humorous and validating post describes the “unseen work” of mothers: chauffeuring our kids, studying our kids, teaching our kids, planning traditions for our kids, and managing all of the paperwork that comes along the way!
We have spent less time on our phones and trying to chase the “shiny pennies” in life and have spent more time holding hands, reading to our kids, building train tracks with our toddlers, taking family walks, baking treats for neighbors and speaking words of love, encouragement and kindness. This book has changed us.
I was more tired than I could have ever dreamed of being. It was so hard. I felt alone in the night and like a walking zombie all day. My rose-colored glasses were shattered, but I was left with a few tools I didn’t know I would need.
What I thought would be a lesson for my son in appropriate store behavior turned into a lesson for me about compassion. I learned that sometimes compassion trumps other things, like my plans.
Of course, it would be ideal to give our best every single day. But now I know that today’s best is different from yesterday’s best. And some days I’ll admit that I am not even giving my best. But I am still giving. And that is enough.
Instead of telling our boys to toughen up, we can show them how to be mentally tough and still emotionally tender. I want to teach my son to battle sadness, hurt, disappointment, fear with strength, not denial. I want my son to be confident, not calloused.