I miss writing. Which seems strange because I’m doing it right now. But this right now is a stolen moment, a pocket of time where things seem to breathe a little better and my inspiration and will both align. These moments seem to be few and far between these days. It’s more than the start… Read More I Miss A Lot of Things
I am not ready. I am take-a-sedative (herbal, but not that kind of herbal) or stress-clean-the-house kind of not ready. I am so not ready that I can’t even wrap my head around it, I’m so not ready. My daughter is ready. She is sooooo ready that the people around her can feel it seeping… Read More Nope, Not Even Close
Weary looks a lot of ways to a lot of different people. Weariness looks like buying the weed whacker and leaving it in the van because you just cannot make the extra trip out. Weariness looks like dinner dishes left on the table when you go to bed but at least you put the food… Read More What does it mean to be Weary?
One of the toughest and easiest lessons to teach and learn is forgiveness. I look at children, my own especially, and I see such capacity to offer the ‘I’m sorry’. Even in the midst of the embarrassment of having done something wrong, and much worse, being caught in it, children know that the easing of… Read More Cancelling Debts
Boundaries are hard. And this post is hard to write because boundaries are something that are easy for me to teach and preach but hard for me to submit to in my own life. Because I’m a people pleaser. And there are expectations on me and I want to meet them because then people will… Read More Redrawing the Boundary Lines
A Mother’s Day is stepping on the 2 foot long pink Barbie speedboat in the shower. A Mother’s Day is being accidently shot in the leg by a Nerf gun. A Mother’s Day is finding undies buried in the mountain of laundry. A Mother’s Day is cold toes creeping into the warmth of your slumber. … Read More A Mother's Day is…
I am not a runner. I want to be a runner. I look at other people running lightly down my street, on their toes like nymphs who frolic in the chilly spring morning air. I am not naturally inclined to frolic. Yet, there I was this morning, headphones in, bundled up to the teeth in… Read More Why can’t this be easy?
One of my kids wrote on my table. This might not seem like a big deal, and usually it’s not. Pens slip, markers bleed, and Magic Erasers do their work. I get that mistakes happen. But this wasn’t one of those things. This was a signature, a sentence, a proclamation on MY table. The table… Read More Wounded Creations
One of my children felt the need to defend the family honour yesterday. One of those schoolyard/classroom discussions about ‘my dad is smarter than your dad’ which I heard about in detail during after school pickup. He was sheepish but also certain that this course of action was the right one. “One of the things… Read More More than Words
Yesterday I sat in a parking lot, crying in my van. This isn’t the first time. The most memorable occasion was when I was pregnant with my first child. I found myself uncontrollably crying in a shopping mall parking lot, feeling perfectly happy but bawling my face off. This wasn’t like that. Yesterday was a… Read More God is in the Room