The alarm goes off early Sunday morning. Jason has already left for work. I hop out of bed, take a shower, and go down to turn on the coffee. My little ones only sleep in on Sundays. Go figure. I wake them up and we eat breakfast. After that we get dressed. As I look at the clock I realize we are an HOUR early! Good! So I set them in front of some cartoons and go upstairs to read…
I woke up in a hurry. Nervous energy coursed through my body. I spent my morning rushing to getting the house looking perfect. I was so happy that I didn’t even mind vacuuming for the third time that day. The kid’s lunches had been fixed earlier. Time ticked by slowly, but then faster and faster as the time drew near. I was busy preparing when the phone rang. It was him. He must be on is…
What is your best yes? As I stood in front of my son, after he had disobeyed me, my first reaction was a quick and instant punishment. He had argued and fussed. Every ounce of me was furious. I was tired. And I was busy. There was no room for grace that day. My heart dropped when I dropped into the chair upstairs where I sat at my desk. Is that going to teach him anything? I asked myself. The anger…
No one really prepared me for motherhood, or the fact that it is a journey. So much has changed since I first wrote the following words (six years actually) and I’m still on a journey. I remember being at the stage where my children were very naughty in public. Motherhood is humbling. And I think that lesson I’m still learning. There are lessons in motherhood and those lessons are different for all of us. But there is one thing motherhood…