For all the babywearing moms.
I strapped my tantruming 2-yo to my back, rolled up my sleeves, and dug into the dishes, hoping the closeness and the movement would help her calm down.
The cries eventually turned to whimpers. The whimpers to sighs. The sighs to silence. She was asleep.
Time to lay her down for a nap.
But first I stepped into the bathroom to scoop up the dirty clothes for the laundry. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My silhouette was augmented with extra appendages. Little tiny fingers, toes, arms, and legs, were peeking out from the left and right.
And stared. Continue reading “I Have Extra Arms and Extra legs”
Jesus waits in the Tabernacle, saying, “Let the little children come to me.” Bring your kids to Mass and Adoration!
I can almost feel the disapproving glares of the parishioners behind me burning holes in the back of my head, but I don’t dare turn and look.
Continue reading “Why (And How) to Bring Your Kids to Adoration”
Today I snapped. It was the last straw. My son defied me, disobeyed me, one time too many. I could hear my mind screaming, “What punishment can I think of that will make him so miserable he will never want to act like this again?” It’s times like this that I need to step back, take a break, and work hard to be gentle and loving in my parenting.
Continue reading “Discipline Like the Garden of Eden”