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by Becky Thompson | Jul 29, 2014 | For Mommas
Dear negative parenting articles, My kids are awesome. Please stop trying to convince me that they are anything else. The other day we were playing in the small inflatable pool in our backyard when my son noticed a tiny green grasshopper. He got out of the pool,...
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by Becky Thompson | Jul 21, 2014 | For Mommas, Most Shared
My mom answered the phone. “Hey! What are you up to?” I asked casually even though I knew that she was sitting at her desk at work – just like she was every Tuesday at 2:15. I think she answered me, but I wasn’t really listening. Honestly, she could have told me that...
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by Becky Thompson | Jul 18, 2014 | For Mommas
I have known that you were missing for a while now. I would look around the table at dinner and even though the chairs were all full, my heart would whisper, “Someone isn’t here yet.” When people would ask if we were done having kids after your brother and...
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by Becky Thompson | Jul 15, 2014 | For Mommas
Last night, I stood in the bathroom, pulled my hair up into a ponytail and wiped the makeup off of my face. While this is something I do most nights, last night, I stopped and actually took a moment to consider the face of the woman looking back at me… honestly, I...
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by Becky Thompson | Jul 2, 2014 | For Mommas
Hey, Momma? You know the way that you decided to do it – the one that went against all of the experts and latest trends? The way that works for you, but just might sound crazy to every other parent you know? Way to go! Yup. Way to go. You’re an adult. An adult and a...
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by Becky Thompson | Jun 27, 2014 | Devotionals, For Mommas
Somewhere, there is a momma in the silent years quietly wiping down a high chair. Breakfast is over and her baby is babbling on a blanket as she takes a minute to clean up applesauce and tiny puffs that have spilled across the floor. She will spend so much of her day...
