Seb looked straight at me, a wicked twinkle in his eye. Without breaking the intense eye contact he had started, he slowly put one short leg up on the coffee table. “Sebastian Thomas.” I said sternly, “I don’t want you to climb on the coffee table.” With a smile that can only be described asRead more
Every day these mom muscles grow and get stronger in new ways- but not on my own. The truth is that I would be nothing without God reviving me. Breathing life back into this tired, exhausted body of mine and gently telling me “I know you have no patience, but I do.”
Seb has been sick all week and oh.my.gosh. There has never been a longer week. As any mom knows, your kid being sick is the worst for two reasons. You’re homebound and can’t see other moms and day drink while your kids run wild and free. Oh, and your kid is sick and it’s sad,Read more
I was making more money than I ever had before, and in that grace period, before the loans payments started, it was feeling cush. Cue throwing money into the air (and hastily catching it-waste not).
We fight all the time. Like not all the time, but we fight. Sometimes close to an event. Or an open window. We’ve fought moments before someone’s wedding, after their wedding, during their wedding. Whispering insults out the side of my mouth in the pew mid-vows while trying to nurse a discontented Seb is not whatRead more
You know that feeling when the staircase ends but you’re not expecting it? So you’re just suspended in mid-air for a second and then you kind of land clumsily because you weren’t ready to be on solid ground again? That millisecond of the unknown, that fraction of a moment of unpreparedness is how adulthood as a new adult feels like 99% of the time.
“If you’re not happy in your life right now, it’s your fault. I don’t mean fleeting happiness, I mean deep, joy. If you don’t have joy, it’s your fault, because God has given you everything you need to be full of joy. You are alive, and you have Him.”
I am not a coffee snob per say, but I have been known to dump out an entire pot that tasted like dirty water that my mother in law had made. Honestly, I’m surprised I’m still alive after that one.
This is the good part. This is the part worth waiting for. I get to see my little human feel the difference between rough tree bark and cool metal. To play with the springs of a whisk, and the squishiness of a berry.
I don’t love every minute. I struggle with most of the minutes. But that’s where the magic happens. Those repetitive, minute, hard, in between moments are where I learn how to become bigger than myself. I learn how to Mom.