In ten days or so, our family of four will be packing up and heading back to Montana for three months. Jeff is the pitching coach for the Missoula Osprey, and their season begins on June 18th. As a baseball family, this is considered normal. But as I started getting questions from those around us, I realized this isn’t normal for most families. So I thought I would answer some…
As a mom I say NO. A lot. It’s part of the job. NO keeps my kids safe. NO separates right from wrong. NO keeps me sane. NO helps me mold rambunctious kids into polite adults. But lately I’ve been experimenting with something. It hit me that many times I said NO out of habit. Reflex. I say NO without even considering saying YES. When my kids were tiny, NO was…
We finished up our first year of homeschooling this week, and guess what? We all survived. Leila is reading like a champ, Joe is killing it in math, both kids still have their social skills intact (ahem), and I have learned to lighten up. Way up, in fact. My computer was screaming at me this week (Low disk space! Clean out your hard drive!), so I went searching for files…
My friends and I often talk about how thankful we are that we didn’t grow up in the age of social media. We were bullied at school, but not by thousands of faceless internet people at a time. We made mistakes, but those mistakes didn’t show up on everyone’s news feed. We were the Oregon Trail Generation, lucky to maybe have a pager in high school or a car phone…
Last year, Susie Schnall, author of The Balance Project and On Grace interviewed me about that mythical unicorn of “doing it all” that we seem to be obsessed with. The interview is finally up, and I would love to have you go check it out here. Because really, I don’t do it all. I don’t have it all. And balance? Let’s just say I haven’t found it yet.
I pulled into the garage and felt a gush of water. It felt like my water had broken, but it wasn’t your birthday. In fact, I was only 9 weeks pregnant with you. Shaking, I ran into the house calling for your daddy to come get Joe out of the car. When I saw the blood, I cried and whispered, “It’s happening again.” I thought you were gone. We left…
Lately there seems to be a common theme among women my age. The idea that social media has taken what once was enough and turned it into a guilt-filled rat race that we can never win. As my friends and I sit in living rooms with mugs of coffee hashing out what it means to be “enough” in today’s world, I noticed many bloggers writing out of the same emotionally-charged place. My own…