For sharing your body with me for 42 weeks For pushing out a 9+ pound baby For holding me and feeding day and night For changing and washing my cloth diapers with pins For smiling and loving when I cry For introducing me to Jesus and planting his words in my heart For not only… Continue reading Thank you Mom….
You may think this post is about me loving others. Actually I want to write about the times when people loved me when it was so difficult. Partly as a way to say thank you but also to give encouragement that when you choose love it makes a difference. August 2013 I moved to a… Continue reading Loving when it is difficult
Four 25 year olds sat in a circle, friends since we were littles, paper and pen in hand. "When should we read these letters? When we're 30?" "No, that's too soon! 35!" Surely by then, all of our dreams will have come true. And so we wrote and the most sensible of us, the gal… Continue reading A letter from the past
It was little corner post office on Kingsway. I remember walking there with one hand in my mom’s hand and the other clutching a precious white envelope. We didn’t have to lick our stamps at the post office. There was a shiny white porcelain roller with just the right amount of water to make a… Continue reading Back to the Queen
Lying in bed with my daughter cuddled next to me. I wrap a blanket around me and inch away. Touched out and tired. Need some solo time. But she feels the absence of her warm mama and cries out, her arms and legs frantically wiggling. Don't leave me Mama! "Enjoy this time." "It goes by… Continue reading Honest parenting
Reading the news can be depressing is an understatement. Scandals, murders etc.. Today, when I looked up from my phone and into my daughters smiling face, I felt the most relief and gratefulness so far. When she was a screaming extremely vulnerable newborn and I got messages asking “are you adoring motherhood? Are you head… Continue reading New life
A very sad headline met my eyes this morning: “US Olympic cyclist Kelly Catlin found dead in her Stanford residence at age 23.” The following excerpt from Cindy Boren's Washington post article stuck in my brain like glue. Catlin was one of a set of triplets; her sister, Christine, wrote in an email that Kelly Catlin… Continue reading I am going to live