I look back on my early days of motherhood and marvel at their passing. How many times did an older mom say, “it goes so fast.” It does and it doesn’t. Those years were long and hard. And yet, now that they’re behind me, I feel those older-mom words burning a hole in my retrospective heart — it goes so fast.
Thirteen years ago today, I stood in a wheat field and married my husband. Today, Darren is at work and I’m home with our kids. I’ve spent the day putting away laundry, washing dishes, and cleaning up an unreal amount of glue from a rogue craft project. It’s just an ordinary day. Out of the...
I always get up early hoping for a few quiet minutes before my children wake up. I’m usually successful at the waking up early part but rarely successful at getting ahead of my kids. They fully endorse Anna’s words in Frozen: “The sun’s awake so I’m awake.” And so they are, every morning at the...
Last week, I went to my hometown for the first time in the thirteen years since I moved to Massachusetts. I never meant to be away for so long; that’s just how life worked out. The house I grew up in is gone…sold and torn down years ago. Certainly, that’s a big part of why...
Yesterday started out as a really hard day. I was ready to give up and forget the whole thing by the time we finished breakfast. We pulled ourselves together and went to church anyway. And by the time we left church, there was some light breaking through the hurt of the morning. Once home, we...
I miss writing and telling stories. The last few years really sucked the creative energy out of me and somewhere along the way, I decided I don’t have anything to say — anything worth saying, worth reading, anything that hasn’t already been written or read. Be that as it may, I miss words and stories....
I realized yesterday that my children just assume I can always hear them. I can be on a different floor on the other side of the house and they will start a conversation with me just the same as if I were sitting across the couch from them. Yelling a conversation through the house does not bother them — they just expect to be heard.
I’ve been pulling my camera out more this year, trying to notice and remember all the little details that make up our days. On Saturday, everyone was grumpy and irritable. The kids were fighting and falling apart about absolutely everything. The house was a disaster and I was done with all of it. At one...
How funny to read your post this morning! My blog has been sitting on ice for the past … (long time) and yesterday I sat down to start my next post all about how my season of life is changing. I begin it with a whole thing about how my whole adult life has been about momming. Cheers to you and your new season, I absolutely can relate!!
I’m looking forward to reading your words about this interesting season of change as well… send your beautiful words into the world! 🖤