Gratitude in the darkness

Sadly, I’ve become one of those people for whom the holidays hurt. I guess I should feel lucky I have had almost thirty holiday seasons that were unmarred. Maybe reaching this point is inevitable? Maybe as we grow and learn more about people, more about ourselves, the uncomplicated becomes the complex. Maybe gratitude can be hard work. Maybe you know what I mean. Continue reading

Parental Pain Projection

I took my son to a public play area that morning, thinking he could use some social activities. Not long into the outing, I realized that Ethan wanted to play with the other kids, but they were playing “keep away from the little guy.” My little sweet pea was chasing the others all over the place, just wanting to play. When I got over my anger that the other parents didn’t intervene or even notice, I was overwhelmed with sadness that he was experiencing this, and fear that he would always be left out. Continue reading

Letters to Our Kids (Are You Sure They Know?)

Today, my “baby” turns two years old. He runs, strings sentences together and climbs things he shouldn’t. He steals my heart in small moments the way I never knew I could lose it. To sit with someone so beautiful – so pure – and to know that I was allowed to take part in his creation… I have experienced the goodness of ten lifetimes.Some day too soon, he will be old enough to find these “love letters” embarrassing, and I will have to stop spreading them all over the internet. I suppose that will be my cue to have another kid.
When I was pregnant, I bought a journal called “Love Letters to My Baby.” This was the first journal I’ve ever completed (pretty sad for a “journal”ism major, huh?). I actually finished ninety-six pages of handwritten hopes, fears, dreams and prayers for my unborn child. Motherhood really has changed me!

I hope that between the archive of blog posts that will have accumulated, and this journal, that he will see that his mom used to be young and sort of cool. Or at least relatable, if not cool. Cool probably won’t even be a word he uses… sigh, I’m already losing this battle. No matter.
He may read all this and confirm his suspicions that I’m a complete dweeb. I can live with that. What I want him to know most is that he captured my heart well before he had the chance to earn it.

Dearest Ethan, Continue reading

Why I Am Pro-Life

“What is right is often forgotten by what is convenient.”
-Bodie Thoene

Her period was like clockwork, so being late that March was not a good sign.
She was an eighteen-year-old freshman at Missouri Western State College, and lived with her boyfriend in a house shared with other college guys.
The pregnancy test showed that she was now to be faced with decisions that no girl of that age should have to make.

Her mother was the first to suggest abortion. The girl could ruin any chance of living her dreams, and any mother would hate to see that happen. Continue reading

A Little Healthy Competition, Anyone?

Colossians 3:21 Fathers, do not aggravate your children, or they will become discouraged.

 

I read this scripture this morning, and I wanted to dig a little deeper. I’ve heard it a thousand times, and though as a teenager I wanted to throw it in my father’s face on more than one occasion (yeah, that would’ve ended well!), I’ve never really understood it.


Can it really be a sin to aggravate your kids? What if your kid is just really irritable and you’re trying to protect them? I wanted the full story this morning, so I looked up the Greek definitions for the words, “aggravate,” and, “discouraged.” Things cleared up a little for me. Continue reading