There are certain things that I like to think about myself. Good things, mostly. I like to think that I am a kind person. I like to think that I am a supportive wife. I like to think that I am a grace-filled parent. Right now, I want to talk about one particular strain of… Continue reading parenting with Grace.
Do me a favor and close your eyes. Well, no, don’t do that. Keep them open so you can read this. But imagine for me, if you will, that you are sitting in the front seat of a rollercoaster. You’ve just strapped yourself in, and are patiently (or not so patiently?) waiting for the ride… Continue reading the ride.
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Consider scrapping the entire trip. It might be easier that way. Tell yourself that you would still be a good parent if the kids had an hour of screen time instead. Look outside the window and try to determine if the one cloud in the sky might lead to a terrible thunderstorm, forcing you to… Continue reading How to (easily) get your kids to the park!
As I stirred my coffee this morning, I glanced up and caught a glimpse of myself… not a strong, clear image as you might see when you look into a mirror. I had looked up into the glass panel that is embedded in one of my cupboard doors (can I just stop right here for… Continue reading the walk.
The other day, my son and I had come to an impasse. We are vacationing right now, so there is not a lot of sleep and too much busyness and sugar. The combination, plus my son’s tendency to take all the FEELINGS he has and stick an Anger filter on them, led to a rough… Continue reading world changer.
Fear is a funny thing. On the one hand, fear can help us stay safe. I promote my kids’ fears of things like the road, the oven, going into the pool without me. As they age, these fears will change shape, becoming a little bit smaller, but still big enough to (hopefully) keep them from… Continue reading fear.