Category: motherhood

the good stuff

the good stuff that rare moment when no one has anything pressing not an appointment to go to not an assignment due anytime soon not a work meeting not a repair that can’t wait when the weather is perfect not too chilly not too…

Here We Go, Again

My babies are moving out soon. Last year, in October, Hannah moved out, making our nest empty and I was ssstttrrruuugggggggggggllllliiiinnnggg for a minute.   Then just as I was deciding this was an okay gig and I began to enjoy my clean home, inviting…

almost

sometimes the people that were supposed to love you endlessly without condition,  love you as best they can and hurt you deeply because they are only able to operate out of their brokenness and pride.  eventually this feels like they don’t really love you…

Family Secrets

Every family has them, right?  It’s just how things happen in this American culture, especially in the generation before mine, which I often call the “sweep it all under the rug” generation.

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There is something holy about bringing a new life into this world.  The first encounter I had with Him was the moment just before I first met you on the outside. You were all beautiful, pink, squishy and seemingly perfect.  He was all love,…

Oh, that I could (a mama’s lament)

If I could go back  and do it all again -or maybe just parts of it… I would honor who He made you to be more than forcibly attempting to mold you into who I thought you should become. I would listen more with…

The Evolution of My Sin

Growing up in my family of origin, it was normal to discuss how absurd other people’s choices were.  I heard (and eventually said) things such as, “Who does that?!” and “Iwould NEVER act like that!”  We pretty much had the corner on the market when…

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  Yesterday, as we prepared to leave for the truly lovely birthday party my husband planned for me, he asked, “So, are we both 54?”  To which I replied, “I am 53.  You are 54.” Alas, today, and for the next 3 months, we…

Life in the Empty Nest (thus far)

Still wading around in the upside down world a bit, but simply being is getting less uncomfortable each day…

My Nest is Empty

I’ve been raising babies for 31-plus years.  Many of those years there were 4 or 5 of them under our roof.  They were my life’s work.  I poured myself into motherhood.  It was my calling, my ministry, my redemption.  It was also where I…

timshel

Thou Mayest… Freewill… This brings SO many thoughts and feelings to my mind. My tatoo For a long time now, my youngest sons – twins, Caleb and Aaron – and I have been talking about getting coordinating tattoos. We discussed getting matching tatts, but…

Leaving the Nest

Remember the night you came home with your first, brand new little bundle of joy?  It is usually utterly terrifying – and, yet, most of us survive it, and come away with a comical story added to our repertoire.  Raising toddlers is tough, and…

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