It’s Here!
Today “When Mothering is Hard and No One Sees” officially releases into the world. I can’t wait to get it into your hands!
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Eight More Weeks
I want to bottle every moment between now and then. Grab hold of time and will it to slow down. I need to catch my breath. I need to figure out how to carry something that feels like both sadness and joy in equal measure. I don’t know how to hold that. But maybe that’s just it … maybe I can’t hold it. Maybe this has always been about surrender.
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The Quiet Crushing of Graduation
Every year, millions of American families send their children off to their freshman year of college. Their pictures dot our social media feeds. Images of excited students holding collegiate pennants, maybe wearing a hat or holding up their school’s hand sign with beaming smiles. Their parents post excited words about futures and hopes and dreams. So why am I struggling so much? Why does this feel more like a loss than a gain? Why are my tears always on edge, threatening to spill over each time I think about August and what it will bring?
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The Last Buzzer
Basketball season just started for my oldest, which means this week is the first of the last. As a senior, it’s his last try-out, his last time to anticipate the season ahead, his last opportunity to feel the excitement of a calendar filled with court-side games and competition. If I’m completely honest, I must admit I’ve both looked forward to and dreaded the start of this season. Because as much as I love cheering him on from those side-line bleachers, that final buzzer is going to crush me.
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When They’re Grown … Who Might I Be in the Next Stage of Motherhood?
As I stood there alone, one thought crossed my mind: “This is what it will be like when they’re grown. Who will I be then? I don’t know who I am without them.” This is the question I’ve been pondering the last few days. And the Lord’s gentle answer has been so gracious.
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Kindness and Conviction
Throughout the last 14 years, the Lord has graciously used my children to refine me, and this situation was no different. In that moment I was keenly aware of the power of my words and my reaction. But just as quickly as the Lord convicted me, he also reminded me that His mercies are new each morning and his grace is sufficient. Because when the Lord convicts, he also comforts. It’s his kindess that leads us to repentance (Romans 2:4).
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The Curl – A Mother’s Thoughts on the Gentle Ache of Watching the Years Fall Away
How does a mother get used to the reality of waning time? How does she hold with an open hand the memory of the tenderness of those early years and the swelling emotions of growing a child and watching him fly?
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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…
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Speaking Truth in Love
I debated writing this. There is so much discourse on the topic, I wasn’t sure I had anything to add…
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Just a Blink
He celebrated his last day of school yesterday. Second grade is written down in the history books, and the summer…
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A Letter to my Children on Valentine’s Day
You’re looking forward to Valentine’s Day. You’ve told me already. You’re looking forward to chocolate and cards and candy. But…
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A Return to Writing and IF
It’s been a while since I’ve written, a long while. Between the width and the breadth of the last time…
