Abandoned at the Curb

One morning last week, I left my 6-year-old standing on the sidewalk in front of his school, with tears forming in his eyes and a look that said “how could you leave me here right now!” As we start the kindergarten phase of his life, this whole “letting him go” thing is happening more often.

A Guilty Conscious

I will often explain to others how much more difficult it is to parent my 2-year-old daughter when compared to my 6-year-old son. She – even at 2 – is mischievous, prone to tantrums, overly-dramatic and feisty. He is kind, compassionate, quick to help a friend – or even his sister – and honest.

How do I stop from just going through the motions?

As many can relate, last week was the first week back at school for our family – a time that is eagerly anticipated yet somehow completely dreaded at the same time. My husband is a teacher, so he is back full time and I have to say good-bye to a stay-at-home parent/chef/laundry folder/house cleaner/(insert any household or family chore here).

My “Martha and Mary” moment in the backyard

My house was a disaster zone. I had dirty and wet laundry scattered all over the basement. There were dusty shelves and bathrooms that needed a good, deep scrub, streaked windows and a floor that seems to be constantly covered in dog hair. But I ignored all of this and played outside with the kids on a beautiful, warm summer day.

My feeble attempt to describe a God moment with my daughter

There are times in life where words will not fully explain the experience. But I have to try to write this one down – to remember at least to some degree what I felt in a certain moment – a quick blink in this thing we call life. Let me try to set the scene for you.