All tagged #ordinaryonpurposeblog
If you find yourself thinking, Why can’t we all just get along? Why can’t anyone seem to do the right thing? What the hell is wrong with the world??? Me too. Here’s what we can do.
She carries her children’s joy and sorrow. She carries their goodness and pain. And every night she casts ALL the things she’s carrying off to Jesus as she prays over her children’s souls.
I wish I could say I’m the perfect mother. But…I’m not. Not even close. Day after day I mess up in a million ways, and I'm still the right mom for the job.
Our main job as parents is to help our children navigate life. REAL LIFE. And that means talking to them about the hard stuff.
First, I’d recommend a deep breath. And...maybe another. Then simply repeat a phrase like this one, “Oh, I know honey. Ugh. There’s always something to do, right? I sure do appreciate your help around here.”
Somewhere along the way…we stopped trying to change one another. We stopped keeping track and stopped keeping score and decided to be on the same team.
Because really we are giving them a gift…the gift of resilience.
It might look a little different now, but your boy will always need you in so many ways!
It’s easy to overstuff—our dryers and our lives. And that’s what causes burnout!
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever get it. Will I ever be the patient, loving mom I strive to be? Will I ever be able to control my temper? Will I ever be able to keep it all together?
I’m pretty sure all those earlier parenting challenges were preparing us for today—these days of parenting a teenager. EVERYTHING feels multiplied!!
And showing up to this mess and noise through exhaustion (and sometimes tears) is part of raising a beautiful family!!
Because high school sports (and so many parts of life, in general) are lots of fun until they’re NOT. But even when they’re not, we’ll be there.
I may occasionally wish for a moment or two that I could step into those seemingly picture-perfect lives that surround me. But the truth is, I love this life. THIS one.
Somehow, when I stopped striving and pretending, a beautiful life of connection and love and faith had room to emerge. And now I know.: “Perfect” is pretend.
Who else would know to look for a little thumbs up from the soccer field?? After all, he didn’t score. But his foot touched the ball and he’d like to celebrate all the same. So, I do!!
I didn't brood or overthink. I just folded and prayed.
Life only gives us a few. But when we find them??? We just know...
When we unwrapped that big box, my daughter squealed!! “Momma, did you know they would be this PRETTY???” Then I turned my beloved Barbies over in my hands a few times and ran my finger down the braids tied with my old hair ties as I told my little girl their names. It felt like a full circle moment…
My book. It’s the ONE thing I’ve ever done because I want to. Not because I need to or someone asked me to or I’m supposed to. Writing just fills my heart!
