Being Mom: My Most Important Job

This morning was a struggle. Everyday is a race, but this morning was extra nerve-wracking. The trouble started at 7:40. The two oldest wanted to leave by that time so they could “be there early”. The middle boy was still brushing his teeth, and the youngest was still eating a waffle. Somehow we managed to leave the house at 7:48. No idea how. There was a short award ceremony this morning for AR readers, so we did that. I love […]

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A Prayer for My Four Boys

a prayer for my children (poem)

Today I was walking around my backyard, feeling thankful for the Nerf bullets in the grass and the bare dirt spots on the lawn because they are signs that my babies still live here. They grow so fast, but for today they are still here with us, and I was feeling ever so thankful. This poem/prayer fairly burst right out of my heart, so I came inside and jotted it down. I hope you like it. All of my children […]

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I believe in humility, in acknowledging that I don’t have all the answers.

Is the Christmas stress beginning to set in for any of you? I can feel it. Christmas is more of a Mega-Urgent Task for me this year. I’m spending next week away at Science Camp with my kids. I’m afraid it’s going to be one of those no t.v./no internet sort of deals, since it’s a retreat center. That bums me out. How’s a girl supposed to entertain two pre-schoolers all day and night and do any Christmas shopping, without […]

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My One of a Kind MawMaw and Her Secret for Happiness

The other day, as I dug through the books on my shelves, I came across a book I have thought of a lot lately, a book like no other. It’s the little book of Poetry, written by my grandmother, BHK. We’ll call her Beth. Beth died when I was 16, of breast cancer. Her death was one of those that didn’t sit well with anyone. No one said, “Well, it was just her time to go.” Everyone was more like, […]

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When I’m Feeling Blue: A Poem on Motherhood

When I'm Feeling Blue: A Poem on Motherhood

Sometimes I feel so blue I don’t know what to do Go to my room and pray Sometimes I forget to listen God always has something to say I open my Bible and read I promise He tells me to make coffee Yes! Why didn’t I think of this–yummy! Exactly what I need! I go downstairs and see them All sitting so sweetly in their chairs Their faces so sweet and chubby Their hearts so clean  and innocent Their hands […]

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