• Lessons I never thought I'd have to teach

    There are certain words or phrases that we repeat a lot around here these days. One of which is “Natalie, do not sit on your brother.” I never thought I would have to teach my daughter that her younger brother is not furniture. “Repeat after me. Fish are friends, not food.” I’m seriously thinking of holding intervention meetings for toddlers on such related matters – living rooms are not parkour courses, hoarding toys behind pillows is not okay, etc. – if anyone would like to enroll their own littles. I’m thinking that may be more productive than repeatedly banging my head up against the wall.  

  • Come (There's always an upgrade with Him)

    Recently, while trying to get together a meaningful gift for a friend, I ran across the Greek word for come: deute. This term is used specifically in Matthew 11:28 when Jesus says, “Come, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” I loved the idea that Jesus tells us to come to Him. Sometimes it’s an invitation. Other times, a command. According to Strong’s Concordance, this specific instance it was used imperatively. Come! I was reminded of all of this earlier this morning, as my daughter was in the kitchen. I had just printed out a grocery scavenger hunt page to hopefully keep her occupied…

  • General Air of Dependency

    I am surrounded by immense need. Not even including myself – and boy am I a dousy – but my kids. Needy. Little balls of neediness. As I am filling the request for cheese toast, I’m also being asked to ‘find something in her ear’ (thanks, Papa John, for finding quarters one day so that now that each day holds a new promise for more riches), and also to play with her. Really? I’m still trying to get the first thing you asked for. Geez Louise. It can be exhausting. And frustrating. I wish I could say that I’m not frustrated – that I can stay in an objective emotional…

  • The Dragon and the Grasshopper

    When I was younger (in college) I went through a phase where I wanted to be a children’s author. I even started a short story one night. I honestly don’t remember what it was about. Needless to say, the phase passed and I haven’t really thought about it much since. Until today. I was driving down the road and saw these two clouds in the sky, and from my point of view at the time they were the only two clouds in the sky. One looked like a Chinese dragon and the other, just above it, looked like a grasshopper (please don’t judge). ¬†And it was one of those strange…

  • Sunday mornings with kids don't disappointment

    Before kids, although I can hardly remember that 27 years of my life now, I’d heard of it. The new level of struggle that comes with Sunday mornings. But until I have lived it, I didn’t know. Not really. Last Sunday, I had both kids sans husband while he was gone serving. And man, oh man. The crazies came out in my kids. I mean, I am here with them 5 our of 7 days, alone, totally outnumbered (2 to 1), and for the most part, I can subdue this territory. Or at least keep us from riot mode. Why should Sunday be any different? But Sundays are another animal,…

  • Lies of Perfectionism

    (This post was written a while back – it’s taken a while to get it finalized.) Y’all – I don’t even really know what to say about this. I was just having a conversation with The Sweetness¬† while we were working through a tracing workbook together, and she seemed disappointed about her first diamond tracing. I told her she did a good job (it wasn’t very precise, but I thought she did well) and she put her pencil down and said “But it’s not perfect…” Whaaa??? Seriously? Here’s a little personal background information before I proceed, so that this makes a little bit more sense and why this statement hit…