As a busy wife and mom, preparing for the new year is serious business for me. I intentionally make time to reflect, pray, and plan. Then one day it hit me. I was doing all this planning for me but I wasn't including those who matter most to me. I was leaving out my fellas. That's was when I knew I needed to do something different. So a few years ago, we made the shift to start preparing our fellas for the New Year too. Here are three practical ways we help our fellas prep[...]
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Every morning before I get out of bed, I tell myself I will not fuss. Then off in the distance I hear my fellas arguing about the bathroom no one is in or complaining about the food they get to eat for breakfast. (C'mon mommas, you feel my pain.) Ugh! On top of that, one of them is usually moving SLOWLY. Yes, I will not fuss I tell myself over and over UNTIL. I have an until, do you? That moment you are good until the milk spills on the floor when you need to leave the house the car won’t star[...]
It’s back to school time. Stores are full of parents are who torn between enthusiasm and exhaustion. Walking around with school lists on their screens, they are the ones trying to herd children lulled to colorful “must haves” not on the list. With energy poured into preparing for school to start, we often miss creating the environment to help our children succeed for the new school year. Most of us usually plan to continue the routines we had the year before. Sometimes that works, until it doesn’t.[...]
Hey mama, I know all too well that life is tough. You want to be a “good” mom, do your best for your kids, and be a loving wife. But it’s not always that easy. I get it. Several years ago, I was a young mother with three sons (one a newborn) in a new city with little support while my hubby was on deployment. As if that was not enough, I had recently transitioned out of my career to embrace being a stay-at-home mom. (Talk about significant life changes). Between potty training, breastfeeding, and home[...]
Cries. No sound compared. He was here. Breathing. Moving. Crying. Our blessing. It didn’t seem so long ago we were sitting at the doctor’s office listening to their doubts of his survival. Cradled in my hubby's arm, I listened as they tried to prepare me. The doctor began explaining the risks and possible problems we might endure, ultimately expecting me to miscarry. Fear gripped my heart while tears began to flow freely from my eyes. My mind replayed the doctor’s words—“low chance of survival[...]