Category: Family

From One Jen to Another

Dear Jen Hatmaker, I just finished Of Mess and Moxie. Thanks for the laughs. Like all good books, it taught me a lesson. I thought I should share it, because sharing is caring and all that jazz. You wrote this in Chapter 21, How To (Part Four): How to do the laundry: “8. Remember the darks! Yay, you! Despair at the light load in … Read More From One Jen to Another

Boys In Blue

The Dodgers are going to the World Series. This is big. It’s not 108 years big, or 86 years big, but it’s still been 28 years since Kirk Gibson’s magical walk off home run in Game 1 of the ’88 series. I was 16. Baseball is not my favorite sport. It comes after college football, NFL, College basketball (women and men) and the NHL. … Read More Boys In Blue

There You Are

This is my reflection on going back to work. I knew there was going to be a learning curve. I knew I was going to feel incompetent and frustrated. I picked it anyway. And in the midst of week two of a twelve week training, as I listened to the very smart, very successful man on the screen talk about all the ways we … Read More There You Are

Big Things

    Last week, I watched my 9 year old swim out to an anchored platform on a lake, climb up the mossy ladder and jump off again. By herself. Two days later, I took this picture. It was 9:30 pm and the water was pitch black, but their feet did not falter. They flew off the end of that dock like there wasn’t … Read More Big Things

Sorrowing

  My second mom died. Her name was Sue. I introduced her to you once. She died on Mother’s Day, with her son by her side. It was sudden and shocking and we are bereft. I feel like a rat trapped in a maze. Life needs to be lived, so I get up in the mornings and I live it on that very specific … Read More Sorrowing

The Mom Gets in the Pool*

*With a tip of the hat to Allison Tate’s “The Mom Stays in the Picture” Yesterday I spent four hours at the official opening of the neighborhood pool, which we joined for the summer. There were at least 200 people at this party. You know how many moms got in the pool over the course of four hours? Six. At one point I counted … Read More The Mom Gets in the Pool*

Teaching Gratitude

We went to Lake Tahoe for Easter. We stayed with cousins. We went to the sno-park and had a seafood dinner and there was ice cream and swimming and prime rib and an Easter egg hunt. And then on Sunday afternoon, when I wanted to hit the shops before dinner, one of my lovelies threw a fit: I don’t want to go shopping. That’s … Read More Teaching Gratitude

From That to This

Some people may have seen a giant oak staircase coming down out of the ceiling and thought “That is a really big staircase in the middle of the room.” In fact, Shea was some people. He said “That is a really big staircase in the middle of the room. What do you do with that?” Same with the wood walls and all the millwork … Read More From That to This

My Babies Are Your Babies Are My Babies

“We can’t restore our civilization with somebody else’s babies.”  Steve King I have grown. I used to fear and pray for and love over only my own children. For so long, that was my measure of personal well-being, if my own babies were healthy and happy. My world was small because I was so scared. And I was scared because my world was so … Read More My Babies Are Your Babies Are My Babies

Introducing Our Before

I bought a 60 pack of moving boxes on Amazon and told my family to pack carefully because if it doesn’t fit in 60 boxes, it’s not coming. Kate wailed that it took 1,000 boxes to move here from California and I said “Exactly” and let her chew on it. I called all the people to stop and start service. I called all the … Read More Introducing Our Before

Why We Let Her Play

On Saturday, Kate and some of her teammates found out they were badass. They’re playing basketball for the YMCA. Shea is coaching them. He’s taught them to run the 3rd and 4th grade version of the Michigan State offense. You should see my girl set a pick. It’s a thing of beauty. And she only had to set it once. The rest of the … Read More Why We Let Her Play

How do we get The Talk right?

I was having coffee with a mom friend of mine and the subject of sex and chastity came up. Her son is 12 and Gabe is 10 and Kate is 8 and while she’s early for all this, some of her girlfriends are wearing bras. So far, we’ve covered just the facts, ma’am, with both of our older kids. I wish I had a … Read More How do we get The Talk right?

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