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
During the week, the only hot breakfast my family gets is the kind that comes from the microwave. I’m not talking the fancy kind; I’m talking the 1-minute oatmeal kind. If I’m feeling swanky, I might toss a few raisins in there.
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.
I'm guest blogging over on Kindred Mom for a month focused on Teamwork & Communication in parenting. This community of brave and honest mama writers moves me to laughter, tears, and reality.