The Night She Didn’t Call My Name

The Night She Didn’t Call My Name

She didn’t call for me tonight. I stood a few steps outside of her bedroom door after I put her to bed and waited. Nothing. She didn’t cry standing at the edge of her crib reaching for me to lift her out like she did four years ago. She didn’t get...
Dear Teachers at the End of the School Year

Dear Teachers at the End of the School Year

My daughter didn’t talk to her pre-k teachers until nearly the end of the first semester of school. She was intensely shy when it came to new adults, but she communicated easily with her friends. If she needed to use the restroom, she would ask her friend to ask the...
I Know Why You Don’t Just Delete All Those Photos on Your Phone

The #GoodMomMovement

This isn’t for one group of moms. This isn’t for moms in one season of life. This isn’t for just a few of us. This is for each of us. To the momma in waiting who is all together thrilled and terrified… Who has done as much as she can to get...
Because Sometimes Motherhood Means Doing it Tired

Because Sometimes Motherhood Means Doing it Tired

It’s 5:15, and I’m tired. But I’m here with my three children, and I don’t have the option to just stop. Have you ever felt that way? I am sure that it has been said more eloquently by someone else. I’m sure that there are ways to talk about the deep exhaustion that...
Can You Just Stop?

Can You Just Stop?

  Can you just stop!? I must holler that across my house half a dozen times a day. Stop fighting with each other. Stop teasing. Stop being big brother(ish) just because you can. Stop complaining. Stop whining. Just stop. Please. Just… stop. I’m not usually upset....
Three Reasons I’m Fighting With My Husband

Three Reasons I’m Fighting With My Husband

Parenthood is like the perfect storm holding all of the necessary elements to create intense arguments between a husband and wife. Jared and I discovered this shortly after we brought our first baby home from the hospital. Like most parents, we had no idea what we...
This isn’t the Mom I Want to Be

This isn’t the Mom I Want to Be

I yelled. It was the end of the day, and no one was listening to me… and I just yelled. I’m not talking a raised voice or “you are in the other room and can’t hear me so I’m going to shout.” I yelled. Get back in here, and help me clean up these toys THIS minute! I...
You Figured it Out

You Figured it Out

They sent you home with this little life. There was no instruction manual or easy user guide. There wasn’t a cheat sheet. All you had was your baby and your best judgment and God’s endless grace for the new mom. But you figured it out. You figured out what each cry...
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