To the Mom who Feels Sad at the Start of the School Year
To all the moms who get a bit teary at the start of the school year … to the moms…
Welcome, friend! I’m so glad you’re here!
To all the moms who get a bit teary at the start of the school year … to the moms…
I took the girls to one of our favorite coffee shops last week, and all around me were parents of babies and toddlers. Their little ones toddled up and down the lawn, when it suddenly hit me with perfect clarity: the sun has nearly set on this season for me. My children are getting older, and there’s sadness in this reality. But there’s also joyful anticipation, because the dawning of this new season brings with it a surprising awareness that there is so much sacred beauty ahead.
To the mom who feels like she’s failing in her newly found role as quarantine crisis homeschooler, please hear me…
Perhaps you saw it … perhaps you didn’t. Maybe you have your own opinions. Maybe you don’t. Regardless, I bet…
They cuddled up next to me last night, one girl on each side, the weight of my arms around them…
Not long ago in the darkness of night, I sang over my daughter. Not because she had accomplished anything remarkable…
To the mom who’s tending babies and teaching toddlers and training teens … to the mom who gave up goals and dropped dreams and put aside plans … to the mom who commits herself to the pouring out and the selfless sacrifices and the unseen work … to YOU … please allow me to tell you something:
You have not missed your calling.
“How does hospitality affect justice?” His question echoed across the quiet living room, swelling and then settling among our friends…
One year ago … one year ago I awoke early in the inky black, pre-dawn hours with a sharp labor…
I look at you, and I wonder if I’ve done enough, said enough, prayed enough, loved enough. It’s only kinder, they say. But I know better; these last five years … they were just a blink. The next will be too. Then you’re 10, then onto 15, and before I know it … you’re 20. All of this unfolds before me in an instant as I prepare to walk you inside.
On Wednesday, June 20, my grandfather passed away. He was 95. This is in memory of him and the remarkable…
They laid her atop my chest immediately following the final push, and the midwife ceremoniously handed the scissors to my…