Our pastor introduced a concept to me long before I was even thinking about having kids. But to this day I constantly have it running in the back of my mind. Living a life with margin. It's a problem we encounter in today's world of over-scheduling, multi-tasking, and not being able to say "no."
We have no margin. There is no wiggle room, spontaneity, or just good old downtime. And as a parent, it can be an even bigger problem as our kids enter the school system, play sports, or have play dates. But it is something that I constantly fight for.
Part of me enjoys being busy. Sometimes it makes me feel like I am providing a fun life for...
Where do I begin? Son, you are my first born, and the first person I ever loved more than myself. Starting off as a teenage mom, we have been growing up together. I can remember the first few moments we shared as you wrapped your tiny fingers around mine, and I said, "It’s me and you, kid." You went to LSU with me and were present for way too many shopping trips. Now you are about become a teenager yourself. I would be lying if I said I saw any of these emotions coming. (Though I was warned.) There are moments when your adolescent sighs and nonchalant replies push all my buttons. Then in the next minute I will find...
Thursday evening at 10pm.
Date with my husband. Candle light glows, lavender fills the room, muscles relax in the warm water concealed by bubbles, the silky voice of 80s hunk Richard Marx in the background as I securely slip into the arms of my other half. After thirteen years, these few romantic minutes are the perfect prelude to a restful night’s sleep full of pleasant dreams.
“Momma.” “Momma.”
Wait what happened to my Richard Marx dream?
“Huh,” I answered half asleep.
“Momma, I just threw up all over my bed,” says a soft voice.
“Yeah, he did!” Echoed from the end of my bed.
I hear crying. “Don’t cry honey … It’s Ok.”
“No, that’s the baby.” Oh yeah, my husband and I’s current roommate.
Now she is...
As Halloween rapidly approaches ghouls and goblins will soon be out in search of treats. As a mom I know the true meaning of "the witching hour"... a phenomena even spookier than haunted houses, frightening costumes and the stomachache that results from all the candy your kids will regret eating on Halloween night. In our home, the time period between 4:30 and 7:30pm is the time I "lovingly" refer to as the witching hour. For me, the spookiness of Halloween isn't an annual celebration but an almost nightly event occurring in my home making us all feel like we are teetering on the verge of insanity. All joy brought by the events of the day can go out the...
Let me start by saying that there are two versions of me. There is the version that exists in my head, and there is the version that actually lives my life. The version in my head is mildly obsessive. I walk through the house, I see that something is out of place, and it triggers discontent. I have a plan in my head of how the pantry should be organized. And I understand that if I do all the dishes at night, I will have a better morning.
But the version of me that lives this life is at war with the other me. The me that lives in reality is often completely exhausted by 9:00pm, even if the clothes...
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