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.
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.
I'm mindful of how fortunate I am to have many brilliant women before me establish a much easier road, and hope my navigation list helps some other non-sleeping, list-making, and possibly panicking mom focus her energy somewhere more valuable.
This heady feeling of mastering the new normal launched my thoughts on all the silly things I've Googled, and then delved deep into an internet vortex, in that wonderful/amazing/terrifying/exhausting/exhilarating first year. And so, for your amusement: The Baby Year, as experienced through Googling.
In the digital age, where an employer, customer, or team member can find you on vacation via cell phone, or a child can FaceTime you on a business trip (or, as a recent viral video shows, inadvertently join your video interview) boundaries in life are blurry at best. Setting them, doable. Enforcing them? Not as easy.
What is a core component in your life that grounds you? I'm not looking for a Sunday school moment here (Jesus! God! Or, in my two-year old's case: Noah!) Instead, I'm talking about, outside of faith, a practice, activity - even an indulgence, that brings restoration. In recent days, I've been dolling out advice to both… Continue reading On things you simply won’t give up