Mom, I hope you have a happy Mother’s Day! I wish I could see you. It is only now that I am a mother that I have begun to understand your role. I took you for granted as a child. You didn’t love me less.
I remember one junior high conversation when I said, “Mom, . . . → Read More: Happy Mother’s Day!
The morning after my breakdown over what a horrible mother I have become, we were with our class of three-year-olds at church. As we were talking to them, Jason began asking several of them, “What do your parents do?”
He said a little girl answered, “My mommy yells at me all day and my daddy . . . → Read More: Children’s Honest Answers
A few nights ago we were enjoying our supper around the kitchen table. To engage the children in conversation, I like to ask random questions. This time I was having them compare Jason and me. We do this quite regularly, and their answers usually make us laugh. This night, however, my crew, led by . . . → Read More: The Contentious Woman
My mom Frieda is guest posting for me today. Here is a little tale about yours truly:
I hear the phone ring in the English department at Pan American University, where I work. Someone says, “Frieda, your daughter is on the phone.”
It is Esther, my first-grader. She asks, “Mom, how does the daddy . . . → Read More: The Birds and the Bees
This was one of those times that I needed a retreat. I caught Paula in the hall at church one day and begged her to go with me. Tears may have been involved. How could she say no?
Upon arrival I got stuck in the revolving door with someone pushing forward and my Nikon, of . . . → Read More: Women’s Retreat with Martha Peace
Events following the birth of our first daughter were indeed dramatic. One week after she was born, I hemorrhaged and had to be hospitalized. The week after that we once again landed in the hospital.
Our precious little girl decided one day to quit eating. I was nursing and tried everything I could think of . . . → Read More: My Two-Week Old Baby Quit Eating
Here is yet another tale about Grace and her one liners that lighten the mood.
We were at a restaurant for lunch after church on Sunday. My oldest two girls were arguing back and forth, disturbing the peace. I reminded them of the Sunday school lesson of the morning.
“Did you learn about the . . . → Read More: Fruit of the Spirit
“Girls! Get your shoes on!” I yelled as I got little Jason ready to go. I could still hear all three girls playing. “Girls! It’s time to go. Get your shoes on right now!” I wasn’t that far away from them. I knew they heard me, but none of them had made any attempt to . . . → Read More: The Worst Mom Ever
It was at the hospital after the birth of our first child that I first realized what a sound sleeper my husband is. I don’t remember what it was I needed, but I kept pushing the nurse’s button and nothing was happening. I tried calling Jason, who was asleep on a pull out chair beside . . . → Read More: Our Initiation into Parenthood
I overheard my daughter impersonating me to the others. I tiptoed over to the room and peeked in. She was being overly dramatic throwing her arms and shouting out commands. (I don’t do that. Surely!) Then as an ending to the little show she said, “Mom’s so weird.” That’s when she looked up and noticed . . . → Read More: Proud to be a Weird Mom