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”
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”
My prayer life is unique to me. And frankly, it’s hectic, distractable, and revolves around my family life. Take a sneak-peek at the a day-in-the-prayer-life-of-me! Continue reading “Hey Busy Family, How Do You Pray?”
Give the gift of yourself like God does in the Incarnation, on the Cross, in the Eucharist.
It started with a gentle tug on my sheets and a soft whisper in my ear:
“Mom, my belly hurts.”
Those words had the power to throw me out of bed. I quickly scooped my 3yo daughter into my arms and made a stumbling dash into the bathroom. Continue reading “When You Have Nothing Left to Give, Be the Gift”
Four steps to help you replace fear with hope when your kid makes a terrible mistake.
Suddenly your kid is “that kid.” The kid other parents warn each other about. The kid they tell their own children to stay away from. How did it happen?
- You tried to be the best parent you could.
- You read every parenting book.
- You researched every discipline strategy.
- You prayed every day for the grace to raise good kids.
You were sprinting the race of good-parenthood. Continue reading “When Your Kid is the Bully: Finding a Better Future”
What looking back at a sacrificed career can teach you about your vocation as a wife and mom.
Forget the perfect Pinterest project, by the time you change every diaper that needs changing, feed the starving animals you call your children, put the cushions back on the couch for the thousandth time, toss every LEGO block back in the bin, feed those children again, teach them their letters, feed them again, brush their teeth, tuck them in bed, tell them to get back in bed – you don’t have the energy left to stay awake until a reasonable adult bedtime, so you’re passed out in your spit-up-covered jeans on top of the bedspread at 7:59.
Well I give you credit, you almost made it to 8:00. Continue reading “How To Live the Dream the World Doesn’t Understand”
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”
It’s been an off kind of day.
One of those days where nothing is really going bad, but nothing is going the way I want it to either. This day has left me feeling down. Not angry or frustrated, but unfocused, unmotivated, dissatisfied.
Continue reading “How to Find Big Meaning in a Mom’s Small Way of the Cross”
It’s time for back-to-school. We are overloaded with preparation, scheduling, planning. We have goals and hopes for the academic year. Dear Jesus, In all the flurry of change and excitement, help me not forget the reason for it all.
Continue reading “Back To School”
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”