I am a recovering perfectionist. I like order. I like things to be clean, organized, and put in their place. I sleep better at night when my surroundings are clutter-free. The same goes for my heart. I like order in my thought life and in my relationships. I prefer when life is going smoothly. Most… Continue reading I Kicked Perfection to the Curb
There I was. Standing at the kitchen sink scrubbing dishes and transferring them to the dishwasher. I was stewing. I was frustrated. I was letting my son’s actions affect me. It was overwhelming me and I could feel anger creeping up my back. I could feel it beginning to affect my attitude from that moment… Continue reading My Kids Don’t Understand Yet
I hate running. Sometimes I imagine myself as a runner so I make it a big deal and decide I am going to make it my hobby. Over the years I have felt the urge to give it another chance. I begin by doing what runners do first: buy expensive running shoes. That is what… Continue reading Running
It’s hard for me to sit and read for a long period of time but this morning as I opened up a memoir I was immediately intrigued by the first sentence and dove right in. “I hear and I forget; I see and I remember; I write and I understand.” -Chinese Proverb I write and… Continue reading I Write and I Understand
I broke mom code the other day. I read my seven year old’s journal. I know, I know. I goofed. My reasoning is these sweet little pictures down below and I didn’t want to forget them. Makai, if you’re reading this one day, please forgive me. I only did it out of love. I loved… Continue reading To Be More Childlike
Community. For some this word brings peace as you reflect on your relationships. For some, you cringe when the word comes up in conversation. Everyone has had experience with community. Some of us have had a lot of success in this area and some of us have deep wounds because of the past. Community is… Continue reading Community
Every month I look at Children’s Home Society or Adoptuskids.org to look at the children waiting for forever families. My heart breaks for them. My heart longs to help each and every one of them. The reality is that these children are waiting. This is a waiting some of us will never understand. Some have… Continue reading One less Child. It Matters.