Oh, Elf To The No. Confession: There is no Elf on my Shelf.

Confession: There is no Elf on my shelf. Just: dust. Well, dust with a garland of cat hair. The pics are not worth “pinning.” I’m okay with that. Don’t panic if your shelf is adorned by an elf. I’m not judging. (Unless, you buy it outfits and dress it like… Read more“Oh, Elf To The No. Confession: There is no Elf on my Shelf.”

Dear Mom Who…….

Dear mom who: parents differently than me. Is having a bad day. Hasn’t showered in a week due to nursing schedule of doom or depression.  Who has a cranky child. Who has a child who has decided that today is THE day to test cuss words at church, or scream… Read more“Dear Mom Who…….”

The Last Dandelion. Celebrating the daily love of my kids.

  It is crushed enough that the chubby, dirty fingernailed and mud smeared hand that holds it, now shares a smear of it’s sun-like yellow color. And, it is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.  The last dandelion handed to me by my son.  The leaves are wilted. The stem… Read more“The Last Dandelion. Celebrating the daily love of my kids.”

The Mommy- Martyr Crown

As each woman walked out and took her place on stage, I sized up my competition. Each one, was: Beautiful Intelligent Resourceful Unique Dedicated Incredible Struggling Each was dressed perfectly in her own style- and donning the perfect shoes. I thought: “I might be in trouble.”  And, I hoped the… Read more“The Mommy- Martyr Crown”

What they don’t tell you about boys and puberty.

Disclaimer: Puberty. Enough said. Everybody talks about girls and puberty. The moodiness, The sass. The out of control body changes and image issues that arrive with them. Rollercoaster emotions and hormone driven, temporary insanity with a side of distaste for all things parental. Especially when it comes to the new… Read more“What they don’t tell you about boys and puberty.”

Diagnosis: Puberty. In which I am Clueless. 

“Do you feel ok? You look like you hve a rash.” Of course, I immediately use my built in thermometer, AKA: hand, to check my son for a for a temp. (Why do moms do this? If they feel warm we got get the “real”” thermometer anway…mabe it’s prescreening?)  No… Read more“Diagnosis: Puberty. In which I am Clueless. “

…into the waves. In which I am braver on the water and consider filling my shoes with it.

“Turn into the waves. You won’t tip, if you go straight into the waves.”  When a friend told me this, I was pretty sure she was insane, or lying. Our group of friends likes to prank each other. You never know. Going into the waves, goes against every emotional and… Read more“…into the waves. In which I am braver on the water and consider filling my shoes with it.”

A Vaccination Proclamation: Dear Parents Everywhere

I do hereby acknowledge that I have no responsibility or right to decide what is right for you and your family in regards to vaccinations. (Among myriad other -parenting decisions. ) I respect your holy calling to parent the child (children) that God has entrusted to you. He chose YOU-… Read more“A Vaccination Proclamation: Dear Parents Everywhere”

Cancer and Life and Goin’ on a Bear Hunt- My Preschool Theology.

“swish, swish, swish” “Can’t go over it, can’t go under it, have to go through it.” When I taught preschool, and when my kids were young- this was a daily favorite. For the past few years- I’ve been living this nursery rhyme. Not so much a favorite. There are things… Read more“Cancer and Life and Goin’ on a Bear Hunt- My Preschool Theology.”

Dementia- I wish I never Met Ya. The Job I Never Showed Up For- and How I Face that Fear- Every week. (Because God has an ironic sense of humor.)

In my brain- it was a natural fit. I already had the white shoes-(Years of waitressing= white non-skid shoes.) and I love people and taking care of them! I was pretty sure it was even biblical- fits under the orphans and widows thing or honoring your parents- (Even if it… Read more“Dementia- I wish I never Met Ya. The Job I Never Showed Up For- and How I Face that Fear- Every week. (Because God has an ironic sense of humor.)”