Rest in the Beautiful Chaos

Do you ever wish you could shed motherhood like taking off a heavy coat? Hang it on a hook just for a moment while you breathe a sigh of relief from the weight lifted from your shoulders? When I was pregnant, I longed for a moment free of the literal weight of my belly causing…

Smack in the Face

Tears slid down my cheeks, unbidden. Why did they have to come? Pained and bewildered eyes looked down at me. This six-foot teenager tucked me under his chin as he embraced me, not knowing what else to do. But it was all wrong. How could this towering young man be the same creature I lifted…

A Ride in the Car

Some things take some getting used to … like my youngest riding next to me in the car. For the past 12 years I have caught my son’s eye in the rearview mirror as he rode safely tucked in the backseat. Now that he is legally allowed to ride in the passenger seat, I’m struggling…

Closer to the Edge

My youngest starts 6th grade today. I read that sentence and think, “That cannot be right.” (Also, I’m not old enough to have a high schooler and middle schooler, right?) How did this happen? It seems like yesterday I lifted his tiny body out of the crib. Now he is nearly as tall as me….

Reminiscing

We have a tradition in our house: on either of the boys’ birthdays, we look at old pictures of them. This, of course, leads to teasing about naked baby pictures and 1-year-cake-all-over-the-face pictures. We bring it back around to how thankful we are that God gave them to us. (After all, we don’t want to…