"Your children don't need you to be perfect, they need you to love them." Those words from Sally Clarkson were reverberating in my mind, my house full of rambunctious kiddos. I was struggling. I mean really, truly struggling emotionally and mentally. I had so much rage I couldn't stop crying. Everything was frustrating and angering. … Continue reading When I need a little help
Today has been terrible. The kids sneaked about 100 Hershey's kisses (which we had hidden and don't typically even keep in the house!) Just minutes before I was able to get up with them and start on their morning routines. Their ingenuity is actually impressive, albeit infuriating. They configured a way to use a rubbermaid … Continue reading Being Holy on Hard Days
My oldest turned 5 years old today. That is hard to believe. The same kid who's pregnancy had me in fits of excitement, fear, joy, depression-- pretty much all the emotions-- and whose delivery lasted 32 hours is now a 5 year old kid, half my height and reading... I struggled with becoming a mom, … Continue reading Birthdays and Identity
Since we brought home our 4th child about 7 weeks ago, (and really even before that) our family life has been a hodgepodge of inconsistencies. We had bits and pieces of daily routines that shifted and changed based on our mood, so the kids frequently responded to the chaos and unpredictability with disobedience. My husband … Continue reading Creating a Family Schedule
This year has been ROUGH! God has absolutely gotten us through it, but if I had to sum up the year in the prayer I prayed most often, it'd be "Thank you God for bringing my husband home alive and for sustaining our family." Seriously though, when you have a year like that, it really … Continue reading Life Goals
I'm an oldest child. I'm told that means I'm bossy and authoritarian. I don't know about all that, but I am pretty strict about certain things. I have conceded letting the kids pick out their own mismatched clothing (so long as it's seasonable) and allowing my daughter to have her hair hanging in her face … Continue reading Being a “Mean Mommy”
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