Tag: parenting

Why the high five tunnel needs to go

This sports parenting culture that asks the meat-eaters to make themselves smaller so no one else feels badly is ridiculous.

Into the Desert–A different way to think about Lent

I have always tried to find a better way to come at Lent with my kids. This year is no different, as we are 1 day out and Annie is settled on giving up the monkey bars. God bless her little heart, she loves her some monkey bars. It’s probably too much to expect a 7-year-old to be reflective, but Gabe and Kate are … Read More Into the Desert–A different way to think about Lent

Yeah, but why is he yelling?

Most of the protesters drove by in cars. But this guy stood on our side of the street. Since we were walking on the sidewalk, he was standing in the bushes, inches from the marchers. “WE NEED OUR GUNS” he yelled. “WE AREN’T SAFE HERE.” Then, strangely “IF YOU DON’T LIKE GUNS, GO TO MEXICO.” A grandmother in front of us stopped. She spoke … Read More Yeah, but why is he yelling?

Average Mom

My friend Tonya posted this on her Facebook page. I paid close attention because she doesn’t usually say this much. It’s pretty phenomenal, so I asked if I could share it here.  My children all unanimously decided I was “an average mom”. We were all having a deep and insightful conversation over dinner last night, and at one point in the dialoguing, I was … Read More Average Mom

God Calling

I forgot to tell you a story about Vacation Bible School. The theme was hearing God’s call in our lives. One of the first things I knew I wanted to do was have a phone call from God every morning to kick us off. Joyce, our director of ministries, thought this was awesome sauce. Not because of the edgy, cool connection between technology and … Read More God Calling

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

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

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

God is a Sports Fan

On Sunday, Gabe’s football team—which hasn’t lost a game in five years—was down 18-14 at halftime of their playoff game. We’ve only been on this team for a season so the mystique of the Undefeated is new to us. I was proud of how they all handled it. Coach kept his cool. The parents kept cheering positively, with the exception of me and Shea … Read More God is a Sports Fan

Reading to Win

Gabe and I are reading this book series about twins who travel into stories. Alex and Connor are caricatures of 12-year-old tweens at the beginning—sister Alex is a smart book worm with few friends and brother Connor is the jokester who doesn’t like or do well in school. But then Connor discovers that he likes to write stories of his own. Books later, they … Read More Reading to Win

Ciao, Summer

It has been one of the greatest summers of my motherhood. But I am not sad to see it go. We’ve been to all the movies. I liked Kubo and the Two Strings best with Pete’s Dragon a close second. We swam in pools, lakes, rivers and oceans. We camped and hoteled and grandma’d. Went to bed at 10 and woke up at 9. … Read More Ciao, Summer

No Time for Martyrs

  Here’s why the Martyr Mom thing doesn’t work. You know what I’m talking about right? It’s the mom on the receiving end of back talk and side eye whose only response is to wonder where her baby went? The kids have moved beyond Share, Take Turns and Be Nice, but the parenting hasn’t. All bad. And I’m not talking about the kids. We … Read More No Time for Martyrs

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