The irresistible call of a baby belly: a miracle you can touch.
“I don’t know what it is…” admitted my lab tech (a young, not-so-bad-looking guy), “but some part of me just needs to connect with that part of you.”
Please, try to be more awkward as you stand there with your hand on my belly and a needle shoved in my arm…
“Do you get that a lot?”
Um yeah, usually from the old ladies at the grocery store. They hardly ever ask first. They just stretch out their old wrinkled hands and go for it.
What is it about pregnant ladies and their giant bellies? How is my stomach all of a sudden an acceptable place to put your hands? Continue reading “Why Does Everyone Want to Touch Pregnant Ladies?”
Life is sacred in its creation.
It’s sacred from the moment it springs into existence. The very moment a human sperm fertilizes a human egg, and God blesses it with the gift of a soul.
Life is sacred in its vulnerability. It’s sacred while at the mercy of its mother for 9 months in the womb. It’s sacred in the helplessness of old age. And in the beautiful needs of illness and disability.
Life is sacred when it needs protection.
The least of these stir up our love and compassion. They exude unspoken pleas for protection. We fight for their rights.
But our fight doesn’t end there.
Life is also sacred in its living. Continue reading “Life is Sacred in its Living”
This post is not intended to diagnose or treat depression or any other mental or emotional health conditions. I simply wish to share my experience with life-changing strategies I first learned through counseling.
“You guys better clean up before I lose it!”
It’s hard to be around our kids all the time. Their needs and messes and noise are constantly weighing on us. It can be easy to lose ourselves to the demands of motherhood. To let stress take over. To be the yelling, tantruming mom we swore we’d never be.
But it doesn’t have to be this way. Continue reading ““Before I Lose It” – A Mom’s Guide to Sanity”
Lessons from Mary: how I reconciled with “A mother is the heart of the home.”
My birthday was coming up and I had big plans.
I was going to do all the things I wanted to do for me. It was going to be a whole day of me-ness. I planned to take off first thing in the morning, meet a friend for breakfast, do some shopping by myself, have a nice lunch in a coffee shop, maybe even do some writing, and come home to a quiet dinner with my husband.
I had been feeling overwhelmed with meeting everybody else’s needs, and I was sick of it. For once I wanted to just do what I want. To not have to answer to anyone else. I was becoming more and more short-tempered. Less engaged in effective discipline. More shouty than problem-solvey.
So I was going to escape. For an entire day. Happy birthday to me. Continue reading “Inspired to be the Heart of the Home”
It’s time for a special announcement…
Countdown to Baby
I’m so excited to share with you that Baby Estabrooks #4 is on its way! Our due date is March 22, 2018. Let the countdown begin. Continue reading “Time for an announcement!”
My husband Chad and I share our story as an NFP teaching couple.
Chad and I met in college. Just a couple of nerds studying math together.
We began dating in September 2007. Around Christmas time that year, Chad took me aside and told me he’d decided to join the Catholic Church.
I was so excited! This was a huge moment for me. Continue reading “NFP: Our Story”
Have you ever heard of the shower prayer? I pray it every day. It goes something like this:
Lord, wash my feet that they may follow Your path. Wash my hands that they may do Your work in this world. Cleanse my head of all distractions and fill it with thoughts of You –
I wish I prayed like that in the shower every morning. I probably should. But my shower prayer (and I don’t pray it every day, only every-day-I-shower) goes more like this… Continue reading “A shower prayer (just for fun)”
This post is sponsored by CBN and Team Superbook. The Superbook logo and images were provided by Team Superbook, and used in this post with permission. All opinions are my honest assessment of the Superbook show.
After a long day of outdoor play, my husband tucked our three weary kids in bed. I tiptoed into the quiet bedroom to give each of them one extra kiss. As I bent over their sleeping heads, I thought about what my heart desires for my kids.
I want them to be active and adventurous. To explore outdoors. To grow in strength and confidence in their bodies.
I want them to have a love of learning. To be curious. To stretch their minds through reading and critical thinking.
And I want them to know God. To be familiar and comfortable with Sacred Scripture and the Traditions of the Church. To love Jesus.
But I often feel these goals are threatened by the lure of modern technology. Continue reading “Superbook: faith-based screen time your kids will love”
What makes a good mom?
A little while back, I guest posted on The Koala Mom about what it means to be a Love Rebel Mom. In short: I’m dedicated to my vocation. God called me to be a mom, and I’m going to be a darn good one.
So Anni over at Beautiful Camouflaged Mess of a Life challenged me to prove it. In her rocking motherhood post, she shared what makes her a good mom, and tagged me to do the same with practical examples from my own life.
As I brainstormed my supermom qualities, I realized everything on my list was more about the mom I want to be than the mom I am right now. And I struggled to identify real life ways I actually rock motherhood every day.
So I asked my kids. Continue reading “Rocking Motherhood”
The Quiet Years: a guide to embracing the ordinary.
In a world of information and connection, we can be tempted to share every detail of every moment of our children’s lives.
The adorable thing they said.
The Lego they built.
The meal they ate (or refused to eat) for lunch.
Since every moment is precious and important, we feel we must shout it out loud for all the world to know.
The Quiet Years
But Your childhood, Jesus, is in stark contrast to this attitude. The first 30 years of Your life were the quiet years. Continue reading “A Reflection on the Quiet Years of Jesus’ Life”