As the school year is now fully underway, I am once again feeling sweaty palms as I anticipate the crazy days. Especially crazy sock day. Now I don’t know who came up with this tradition, but I’d like to have a little word with said person. It seems that everyone… Read More →
You don’t have to convince me that raising daughters in a world of ever-evolving and trendy ideals is challenging! I feel the pull and strain and fight for the hearts of my daughters every single day. The summer moments that give us more room to take a peek into their… Read More →
In her five-year-old, unfettered, and un-theologized speak she said: “God told me I needed to tell you why I don’t like my birth country.” Something which peppered our lives back home became medication during our six-week stint in Uganda, while adopting our second two. The days when we weren’t out… Read More →
I am homeschooling this year. My oldest is only in Pre-K, so this is not a life-altering decision BUT it does alter our right now life considerably. Last year she attended two day a week Pre-K at our church. She thrived there. This is not about her not doing well… Read More →
Five years ago we made a decision to purchase a camper for our family. My husband didn’t camp as a kid and I didn’t camp as a kid, but we thought it would be a fun summertime activity to enjoy with our daughters. At the time they were 8, 6… Read More →
It’s the middle of summer and we’ve embarked on hiking adventures, ridden bikes and ventured out under the moon for a swim or two. Most days, however, we spend indoors for the ultimate staycation. We wake up when the sunlight is too brilliant for slumber and eat brunch to fill… Read More →
“Mom, what are we going to do today?” I peer at my blonde-haired girl over the top of my first cup of coffee and smile, “I have no idea.” “Well think of something. I’m bored.” I glance at the clock to confirm it is only 6:30 am and suggest my… Read More →
Curiosities and wide-eyed wonderment always make a grand entrance at the dinner table. Tossed in between reminders to get homework done, recollections of the day and reviewing schedules for the week, my daughters voice intrigue with the Savior we can’t see. As I pass the mashed potatoes and serve up… Read More →
Brave. It is a word that conjures all sorts of emotions. For me, the thought of having to be brave makes my knees knock together. I think I’ve spent most of my life feeling anything other than brave. Terrified does a much better job at describing the way I’ve lived…. Read More →
A long look in the mirror doesn’t always reveal the hidden beauty tucked beneath the surface. Many times, there is an ugly shade of discontent, worry and poor self-image that moms cannot see in their daughters. Self-image defines our actions, words and our relationships with other people. Perhaps a good… Read More →