“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 …
“I can’t believe how awful I was. I keep imagining his sweet little face looking at me like that. How could I have yelled at him with such anger?” I put my head in my hands, sobbing. Overwhelmed by emotion, I imagined my oldest son, my firstborn baby, looking wide-eyed at me, wondering who this …
Staring blankly ahead at cabinets that need a thorough cleaning, I pour caffeinated coffee into a small mug. Bringing the steaming mug to my lips, I read the verse on the inside of my coffee mug: “His mercies are new every morning.” I love that, I think. New morning, with the delicate sun tenderly painting …
“Are we sure this will work?” my husband and I wondered at the idea of starting our own wedding cinematography business. Jonathan wanted to pursue a passion outside of the crazy schedule of movies, and we both wanted stability in our home while raising our (soon-to-be) children. By asking this question, our behavior revealed our …
“Girls! Boys! I need you to get QUIET!! Girls?! Boys?! Ok, I’m going to count to THREE, and then I need you to listen. Oooooone, twooooo, threeee. Ok, get QUIET…PLEASE!!” I felt my blood boil as my 4th-grade students deliberately disobeyed every command that came from my mouth. I was only in my second week …
A shared blanket laid out on a crisp grassy lawn. A beautiful blue sky beckoning us to come outside. A cool spot on the lawn shaded by the leaves of a generous tree. The anticipation of a joyous summer palpable as my boys and I enjoyed a reset and refresh outside on this blanket. My …