I peer out the window and observe my two boys building fallen leaf piles and jumping into those leaf piles. My oldest creates a shovel with his hands. He pushes all the leaves back into a mound while my second watches. When the mound is big enough, both boys take a running leap. They jump …
“When will the leaves change colors, mommy?” my inquisitive four year old questions. Because I love the changing of the leaves, he loves the changing of the leaves. I point out different leaves whose colors and shapes interest me, noting the different shades of orange and yellow. Now my two year old, always the collector …
I watch two boys gleefully chase each other around the bedroom. I sit on the floor, smiling amusedly with them—although slightly irritated that this is bedtime and no one is actually listening to mommy. I watch their faces as eyes light up and lips curl upward as they look toward one another for their next …
“This says ‘not pregnant’,” I noted uncertainly. I glanced again, my eyes widening as the faintest pink line formed next to the control line. I hoped my eyes deceived me. No way we were pregnant. Jonathan came into the bathroom and looked wide-eyed at me. “I hope there are no false positives, right?” Oh shoot. …
As we found our way to our seats, nervous energy wound its way around in my stomach. What songs would we sing? What would I hear in the message preached? Ultimately, I wondered if my heart would welcome this new experience in church after such a long hiatus. The pastor asked that we stand and …
“Mommy sad,” my two year old looked earnestly at me; his long, dark eyelashes framed inquisitive but caring hazel eyes. Noticing the tears brimming in my eyes and splashing down my cheeks, my sweet son reached a small palm to my arm and drew me in for a hug. Knowing what I had promised myself …
The waning sunlight splashed a beautiful golden hue on green leaves. The trees peacefully swayed in the light breeze. Walking the asphalt path beside our neighborhood pond, my husband held my hand in one and our dog’s leash in his other. I wore one little baby son, and my other toddler son diligently pushed his …
I watched my son bury a carrot deep into his hummus dish. He intricately excavated the covered carrot with his spoon, and proceeded to paint the kitchen counter with the hummus-filled spoon. Eyeing the mess that was becoming larger and larger, I could feel my mind running in two different directions. I was a pendulum …
Frustration was written all over my son’s face. From his red face to the tears in his eyes, I knew nothing I said was making any sense to him. I watched my son try over and over again to shove his high chair into the kitchen counter. He wanted to have his own chair to …
Hi, I’m a stay-at-home mom. And why when asked what I do, my voice quiets as I state I am a stay-at-home mom? As if this job title is not sufficient or worthy of note. Who me? Yeah, just a stay-at-home mom, trying to figure it out. I find myself cringing when I fill out …
