Why aren’t you calling me?

He didn’t ask me to tuck him in last night. I heard the click of his light and waited for the invitation. Silence.  Why wasn’t my Eli calling for me? Maybe he’s praying, or stretching, or reading with a book light? Was something wrong?!  I’ll tell you what’s wrong—my boy is growing up. And I’m not ready. I crept out of bed and peeked into his room. He looked longer, his jaw a bit wider,…

Giving grace instead of advice

Keep the advice—I’ll take the sucker Sometimes mamas need help and advice. But all the time, they need grace.  Once upon a time, at Trader Joes, I allowed my three angels to push their own mini-carts. So—they decided to play bumper carts down the aisle of wine bottles. Smack in the middle of the horrific scene, another mom sauntered by, her two children peacefully pushing one cart and said,…

Summer traditions: Teaching our children to pray for the world

I would love to travel the world with my kids.  I imagine we’d get lost down colorful alleys, pop into restaurants beckoning us with the smell of butter and spice, and marvel at the variety of creation surrounding us.  But right now, we spend most of our time at soccer practice and school drop-off lines. It’s our current life stage, and I adore it.  However, I long to instill a sense of…

Confident parenting: Barefoot before the perfect Father

“Didn’t you know? We live like animals around here,” I said, a bit embarrassed.  The other mom’s face lit up, “Oh, we don’t have screens, either,” she smiled, watching my daughter climbing through our window, cradling a rabbit. “But I did notice your kids don’t wear shoes very often.”  She listed the various times and events she’d witnessed my shoeless children. Funny thing, I don’t recall…