Finding the joy, humor, and grace in navigating full-time work, full-time motherhood, and full-time life.
As a writer I may be naturally inclined to believe in the power of words, but all the same, declaration has a power to point us on a path and paint a picture of ourselves we both believe and become. While I can’t control what someone declares over me, I am responsible for what I declare over others.
I could almost taste the delicious junk food and imagine the exact spot I would wiggle into to recline against my husband as we binge-watched our latest Netflix obsession. Friday night, after capping off a long work week, we were eager to indulge and relax. What was standing between that glorious lounging with my favorite… Continue reading How to Measure the Mundane
The wintry seasons of life often feel as if they rush in before that one last bolstering encouragement. If only I could rewind to that one quiet moment, that last road trip, that vulnerable conversation.
Sometimes, when I forget Who gives me my name, I fall back on old names, like “good” student. Since I’m not in school anymore, that translates to “good” mom, “good” wife, “good employee.” Basically, I want to be a Straight A mom now.
I’m guest blogging over on Kindred Mom for a month focused on A Quiet Christmas. This month, this community of brave and honest mama writers offers inspiration to embrace a quiet Christmas, with practical approaches, heartfelt stories, and wise advise.
I want my kids to remember that mom was a lot of things. Sometimes, I was tired, so I rested. Sometimes, I had big goals, so I worked hard. I want them to remember a balance of pizza nights and diligent meal planning, and a mixture of silliness, joy, and ambition.
Nearly five years ago, an odd assembly of women gathered together, infrequently and informally to study the Book of Esther together. We were an unlikely bunch.
