When I was growing up, Christmas was all about Santa Claus. I still remember the year I discovered Santa wasn’t real. I was in 3rd grade, and I’d heard unbelievable rumors from bigger kids at school. Christmas morning before the crack of dawn, I raced with my brothers to the Christmas tree and saw the doll I’d found hidden in Mom’s closet the week before. The gift tag on the doll said: “From Santa.” I was horrified. The big kids at school were right.
When I had children of my own, I chose not to go the Santa route, but gifts remain a central focus of the Christmas season. Many of us expend more energy buying, wrapping, and giving gifts than we do on any other activity in December. [Read more…]
No one ever told me that motherhood was sometimes like being a drill sergeant. Someone’s got to get the troups organized. I easily fall into a mode of barking out orders when I’m trying to get everyone out the door: “It’s time to get going!” “Get your shoes on!” “Could you PLEASE turn off that computer!”
Between orthodontist appointments, piano lessons, grocery shopping, preparing meals, house cleaning, and ministry, I can fall into a pattern of rushing myself and my kids through the day. My kids would be the first to tell you that Drill Sergeant Mom is no fun. [Read more…]
Today I have a special treat I think you’ll enjoy: a guest post from Abby McDonald at Fearfully Made Mom. Abby inspires me with her uncommon insights on motherhood.
One of my two-year-old’s favorite pastimes is destroying the Lego masterpieces his older brother meticulously puts together. My oldest son spends hours putting together intricate creations, only to find them later in hundreds of tiny pieces.
Often my toddler takes the same approach to work I’ve done around the house. I make the bed. He unmakes it. I clean up. He makes a new mess. [Read more…]
This month my husband and I are celebrating twenty years of a marriage that almost didn’t happen. His proposal to me was anything but romantic. After four years of a stormy, long-distance relationship, I was at home crying. We’d just said good-bye after a weekend of arguing, and I was convinced that our relationship was finally over. To my utter shock, Jose stopped by on his way to the airport. He rang the doorbell, kissed me, and shoved a ring on my finger. [Read more…]