What I Don’t Want My Kids to Believe

What I Don’t Want My Kids to Believe

It was well after midnight, and I scrambled to find a pen and paper. I have a hard enough time locating a pen during the day, but I was able to find a marker in my kitchen junk drawer. It was a blank sheet of white paper waiting to be filled – a clean slate. I...
To the Momma Up in the Middle of the Night

To the Momma Up in the Middle of the Night

Shhhhh. I won’t take much of your time. I know you’re busy. I know you’re tired. And I know that more than anything you wish you were sleeping and your little one (or not so little one anymore) was sleeping too. I thought I might keep you company for...
When We Hope They Will Forget…

When We Hope They Will Forget…

He had worked so hard on his Lego creation. For over an hour he had sat at the kitchen table carefully piecing each block in place. I’m not sure if it slipped or if his little brother reached up and grabbed it. But the next thing I knew, it was shattered into a...
To The Momma at Chick-Fil-A

To The Momma at Chick-Fil-A

I saw you come in with your sweet kids the other day – one on your hip and one around your leg. I watched as you ordered your lunch, and then set the baby on the counter to dig through the diaper bag for your wallet. I wanted to cheer for you as they handed you...
To the Momma Who Needs to Vent

To the Momma Who Needs to Vent

“I just cleaned this house!” I sigh as I walk out of my bedroom and find a living room floor covered in toys AGAIN! NO! No No No! I’m not cleaning this mess again today. I’m not doing it! I’m not going to spend all day sorting through...
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