Book Reviews, Books, Motherhood

On Learning To Parent Different Kids

We’re an anxious bunch here. Anxiety runs red through our veins and upon closer inspection of the family trees, it’s apparent, that it has for generations. Some of us walk around with our shoulders near-permanently affixed just beneath our ears because that’s one way anxiety grabs hold and doesn’t let go. We forget to breathe. We…

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Hope

Get Your Hopes Up

I knew when my daughter pulled her coat back to reveal the brand new stuffed dog peeking out of her pants pocket that this was not a good idea. But because I say “no” so often, I simply couldn’t bring myself to deny her this small pleasure of carrying her little fabric friend into the store…

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Books

Cracking Up: A Postpartum Faith Crisis

My second baby, and second boy was born a week before Christmas. What should have been the most amazing time ever, to bring a baby home, quickly dissolved into a darker season, that would long outlast Advent. And Epiphany. And Easter. I’d never struggled with depression before. Trying to cope with (then) two children, while…

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Motherhood

On Manna and Muffins

It’s been a day laden with tears and upsets. Hurt feeling and clumsy injuries abound, and for a moment in the chaos, I want to run. But I don’t. Of course I don’t do that. Instead I find myself giving out more hugs than a usual Tuesday morning, more strokes and scratches on small backs. I am…

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Five Minute Friday

Red

On friday’s, we write for five short minutes without editing and gussying the page. We spill what rises to the surface and share it, bravely with others, and we encourage. We give virtual high fives and hugs and pats on the back, sometimes, we gather in prayer too, for the broken stories, the wounded stories…

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Hope For The Weary Mom

When You Forget That You Are The Best Mama

She pats me on the back while I’m hunched over my laptop. “You’re the best Mama, best mama”, she croons. Her sentiments are genuine but I feel myself physically bristle against her tender patting, and her sweet words of unexpected praise. It’s been a long week and I feel the full measure of my unworthiness–I…

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Five Minute Friday

Belong

Amid the piles and chaos, neck deep in chores unfinished and meals always needing to be made, it’s a temptation to believe that this is not where I belong. Not because I don’t love, but only because it overwhelms. It feels a thousand percent wrong to give voice to that low growl, to admit that…

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Hope For The Weary Mom

Facing The Winds Of Comparison

This is motherhood to me in this season. One long series of mostly blustery days, where the moments whip past between my fingers. Some moments I manage to catch, while others swirl in a teasing twister of confusion and chaos, only to be caught on an updraft and flit just beyond my reach. These are…

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Dreams, Five Minute Friday

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It’s been a long time since I hung out with my Five Minute Friday peeps. I’ve missed this community so much… In case you’re new around here, (welcome!) Five Minute Friday is really simple: Write for 5 minutes, (no editing) post your words, link up with Lisa-Jo and share encouragement with the others who link…

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