Tag Archives: God
In His Hands
I am sitting on a chair in a circle made up of women and mothers with many more children than me, many more years of experience and of wisdom. I have come to see them as my mentors, and I glean what I can from our discussions in spite of the sleep-deprived fuzziness that is …
I Saw You At The Store Today.
I saw you at the store today. You said “Hey, how are you?” in that familiar tone. You rang in my purchases with a smile and contoured cheekbones. You were 18, and the world was before you. People loved you. You were best friends with all of the girls, and the boys … they didn’t …
Before ANYTHING Else??
If I had a catchphrase with the church kids I’ve worked with over the years, it would be this: “What do we do before we do ANYTHING else?” And 10 to 15 to 30 little voices yell “PRAY!!” So if it’s gotten into their little heads, why hasn’t it sunk into my grown-up head? Why …
Mama Bear
*Warning: The Words You Are About To Read Are The Disorganized Ramblings Of An Overprotective Mother* Sometimes it feels like I’m the only stay-at-home parent who gets dressed in the morning. One day last week, there were 5 grown-ups at the bus stop on Wednesday morning. Only one of us was wearing pants. Only 3 …
That Place We Go …
According to family lore, my grandparents had a very eventful honeymoon. “Oh?” I can hear you saying. “How so?” The story goes like this. After a beautiful ceremony and reception attended by close family and friends, Don & Marie left amid cheers and the clatter of tin cans to head off on their honeymoon. Except …
The Moment of Unimportance
Today in the dryer I found 3 counting cubes, 1 guitar pick, 4 pieces of Lego, and 1 Marble Works tube. Little Man has a habit of pocketing any and every small item he sees. He keeps them hidden, knowing that he’ll be told to give them back to their rightful owners if we see …
The Moment of Need
This little baby, totally dependent, totally helpless, has been entrusted to me. She knows nothing except her intense need for nourishment, comfort and rest. She doesn’t worry about bills, politics, or the weather. She doesn’t know anything about war or bigotry. All she knows is her own need. She is consumed by self, by being …
The Moment of Protection
B-Boy is two, maybe three. He is walking ahead of me as I push the stroller. I am nervous, unsure about letting him walk this particular sidewalk. It is along King Street, much busier than our little street, and there is no curb between the sidewalk and the road. Cars zip along dangerously close. B-Boy …
The Moment of Suppression
I am sitting in the rocking chair, swaying back and forth as I rock the baby to sleep. Muffled voices float out of the boys’ room as Daddy reads them a story about wild creatures that live far away. The boys are enjoying the company of their father. They giggle and interrupt excitedly with their …
The Moment of Revelation
I am cleaning up the table after feeding one baby and five toddlers their afternoon snack. The table is clean, the dishes are in the dishwasher, the floor is swept, the ingredients for supper are set out. After a day of non-stop snot and poop, I am feeling great, and like I might actually stay …
