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?
When my third child was born, I think 90 percent of my prayers revolved around our collective sleep patterns. (Please let the baby sleep!) These prayers never seemed to be answered. This did not cause me to lose my faith in the power of prayer, but it did cause me to reflect on how I could improve my prayers to ask for things that God is more able to answer.
An outside look at your family might give you just the perspective you desperately need.
If we could really see where spiritual power is available to us, I think we would be overwhelmed by how much help is within our reach. Here are four ideas to consider.
I want to believe that if it works on paper, it works. Period. That if I just make a really outlined time map, a fun and motivating chore system, or a realistic-yet-ambitious goal chart, our home will run perfectly. But most of the time, motherhood doesn’t work that way.
I liked the idea of wrestling with a yoga pose. I liked not doing a half-way job for 60 seconds and then moving on.. I wanted, desperately, to peel back the pose to its core. Lately I’ve been wondering: what if this philosophy could be applied to motherhood?
I used to have more mom-related demands in some areas (diaper changing, mess-clean-up, bathing and feeding kids) and a lot less in others (driving to activities, helping with homework, dealing with moods, emotions, and friend drama). As my mom always says, life doesn’t get easier – it just gets different.
If we come from dysfunction, at some point in our lives we must become our own loving parent. We must listen to the voice within—for it is in that voice that we are able to change negative cycles.
No matter how crazy the day … no matter how discouraged I feel … no matter how dismal the state of our nation, The Heartbeat Check offers sanctuary.
Since becoming a mother, it is hard to find blocks of uninterrupted time to sit, reflect, and write. But it is so important to me that my children have a record of the beautiful moments in their lives. If, like me, you want to keep a journal but struggle to find the time as a busy mother, here are five tips.
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.