Overcoming parenting challenges with faith, love, and perseverance
“A baby’s hands in Bethlehem were small and softly curled, but held within their dimpled grasp, the hope of the world.” ~ Leslie Savage
When I first became a mother, Grandma Betty held our little angel and rocked her. As she spoke, I remember her unfolding our first born’s hands and saying, “I always wonder what a baby’s hands will do when they grow up.” Dare I say I’ve never looked at anyone’s hands the same again? (more…)
Tantrums push me to the brink of my sanity. I probably could have quite a few myself throughout the day, but the hideousness of it all keeps those urges at bay. I have several internal meltdowns. Who wouldn’t want to throw themselves on the floor and demand every desire be met immediately? It’s like the Big Bad Wolf, “give me what I want or I’ll blow your house down.” Admittedly, I’ve been working on building a solid brick house, not easily rattled by the gargantuan emotions of our louder than life 5 year old. I’ve had several houses blown down… (more…)
For our daughter’s 10th birthday, all she wanted was a sleepover, a slumber party, all of her dear friends at our house to spend the night. Fabulous. I’m game. I love sleepovers…said no mom ever… Okay, so that’s a lie. I do love sleepovers, BUT I do not love drama or hurt feelings or mean girls. I asked her to make a list of friends she would like to invite. She bounded up to me with her big brown eyes and a huge glowing, proud smile. “Here it is! I’m so excited. I can’t wait to celebrate turning TEN with all of my friends,” she declared handing over a lengthy list of fifteen of her besties. (more…)