Why you need to…love a mother.

What is it about mothers and mothering that causes people to spend oodles yearly in celebration of them? Well, in my experience: It’s the only calling that isn’t necessarily based on ordination. It’s a task for which there is no standard/model/template to work with. A job in which every single day is different since there…Read more Why you need to…love a mother.

Bones, bones, rise up!

Let’s talk today about laziness. Why? Why??? Because it’s a condition that eludes me much these days. Lol. So, as I’m the one blogging (read: talking) here, so you just have to help me by reading (read: listening). I’ll rant a bit. A long, long time ago (dramatic, right?), there were days when I could…Read more Bones, bones, rise up!

Not good enough, eh?

To say I’ve been stretched lately is an understatement. For some reason, I’d imagined that as my kids got older, I’d have more time to myself. I’m now learning that my expectations of “older” need to be adjusted. Yes, that is a truth that will at some point happen. As I’ve heard, there will come…Read more Not good enough, eh?

Grace, grace

The story of me: Some days I feel like a hero. And believe I am. Other days, not so much. Learning the art of hanging onto grace. For dear life.

Sappy all the way

I recall the very first time(s) I witnessed my baby smile back at me. Wow! Heart-stopping. It felt so genuine and as though it had been thought of for a long time prior to it actually happening. And it’s not as if I’d done anything especially nice to her for me to deserve it. I…Read more Sappy all the way

Out of control toddler??

Today, we need to talk about a special person. This person knows no boundaries. Or, sees them, but then does without them. Allow me to explain.   Life with my toddler is about living beyond a box. Whatever box you picture in your head. How do I know this? I invite you to do an…Read more Out of control toddler??

The art of mothering – pt. 3

I have a little explorer on my hands, folks. My very own Dora. And you know what? I’m so proud of her, even though it often means sleeplessness and a bit of stress on my part. Like when she put her hand in the toilet bowl to touch the water. I caught her just before…Read more The art of mothering – pt. 3