I am a mother. No matter what may happen in my life or in the lives of my children, that will never change. While my role as a mother is a huge part of my identity, it is not all of what makes me who I am. Just take another[Read more]
Our youngest son was born on Epiphany in 2005. He was induced, so we knew what his birth date would be. As we dressed to leave for the hospital that morning, my husband sat on the edge of our bed, re-reading the definition of epiphany. Since then, we often talk[Read more]
How do you begin a jigsaw puzzle? Are you a dive-in-and-do-it kind of person? Or do you prefer to get-your-bearings and organize all the pieces first? Do you like to work the same puzzle more than once or do you need a fresh challenge every time? Do you enjoy the[Read more]
From the time our boys were old enough to grasp an object, we’ve had “put your toys away” as part of their evening routine. For the most part, they’ve been pretty good about this task – doing their fair share of whining, but restoring order nonetheless. Sometimes I forget that[Read more]
My family of four – me, my husband, our two sons (then 8 and 5) – is spread out across a pew, waiting for worship to begin. I flip through the pile of papers tucked inside the bulletin, skimming the announcements, while our youngest removes the rubber rings in the[Read more]
Tonight I had to perform minor surgery on our youngest son’s big toe. I’ll spare you the gory details, but share the drama, which resulted in me throwing up my hands and screaming “Trust me!” That is, hands-down, the most frustrating part of parenthood – my inability to snap my[Read more]