My anxious thoughts, worries, and CRAZY were being spewed and graciously being heard. Words rolled out of my mouth faster than my brain could keep up. It was the start of school. 4th and 7th grade for my boys. Continue reading
Hoisting my 3-year-old on my back for a piggyback ride is such joyful support. And holding his hand is one of my most favorite things. When I reach down and he instinctively grabs it without any words exchanged. Oh yeah…one of the sweet spots of being a mom.Continue reading
Here’s to all the dads (the manly men) who drive minivans! Trading in the “cool factor” FOR the sake of their family.
Winding through the lovely landscape of the Blue Ridge Mountains on Highway 64, I caught a glimpse yesterday of a beautiful exchange. I looked to my left and saw my manly man driving our Honda Odyssey with his muscles, hairy arms, ball cap on, and burley face.
As a mom, you do many things you don’t want to do. You make your kids do things they don’t want to do. For what you believe to be in their best interest. For what you believe that will enrich their lives.
This played out in our house last week after breakfast about 9:30-ish…
The weather has been unseasonably cool this summer. So, the boys and I have jumped on our bikes every morning this week and pedaled around our neighborhood. Continue reading