Forgive me, this is just a totally random CG thought…. This is in NO way a negative for parents who use this method (I guess it’s called a method?) and whatever works, to each his own I say! But the phrase ‘self-soothe’ simply makes me chuckle every-time-I-hear-it. I don’t know why. I don’t remember that
children
There’s No Trophy.
I read an article a few weeks ago called, “There’s no trophy, Ashley.” It was powerful to me! It was based on being a new Mom but the moral applies to all aspects of life! I base this post on Ashley’s article, these are my own words, but I give absolute full credit to the
On the porch.
I can’t go back and undo the mistakes I made as a mother. I can’t unwind, redo, spend more time, hug more often, be more patient, be more present. I so envy those of you with little ones who have the chance to start today …. if only I could go back. I
Capturing history. It’s life!
By necessity, we’re all being confined to our own home because of this worldwide pandemic called COVID-19. Trips, large events, church, school, all being cancelled, businesses closing, local businesses crying out for help. Just taking a wedding as a small example, aside from the memories affected, the vendors who are losing thousands of dollars from
Curve balls….
Aren’t we all trying to find the best versions of ourselves? Well, maybe not everybody, like the disgruntled lady at church Sunday, but hey, even she might be trying when she gets home! I just wish we could reach a point where all this “oh, I’m good” bologna could stop and on the tough days,
Take 30 seconds…
I’m sharing something I learned from reading Brene Brown years ago and it has always stuck with me. Did I do it every day? No. Do I wish I had? Yes. I hope someone reading this will benefit from it and it’s never too late to start. Many days I come home alone and while
Girl in the mirror…
You know, I started this blog post with all this blah, blah, bah, humbug about yuchy stuff I realized can wait for another day! The hard stuff is important but today is not that day. I could not ask for a better way to end a year and start a new one especially on this
My Baby Boy.
Call it God’s timing, His sense of humor, His encouragement…
To all the Mamas.
Today is not about my Mama but another, one whom I felt a need to write about for my own heavy heart if for no other reason. I watched this mother at the funeral of her baby boy, a young man, but still her baby boy. It was an amazing gift of grace from God
Gone too soon.
This morning as I let my tall baby boy (almost 16) out in the car rider circle at school, I watched him walk up that sidewalk and it took all I had to not run after him for one more hug. I cried and cried after I pulled off. I cried as my heart
As the Tassel Turns.
One of my favorite writings is the one about the dash. I’m sure most of you have heard it but essentially it talks about the dash on our tombstones. The date before the dash is of course the date we entered this world and the date after is the date we leave it. The dash
