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This Is What It Means To Be Broken
I was making dinner one night and my 3-year-old daughter was prancing around the kitchen dancing to her own little toddler tune. I saw her pause for a moment and glare at the side of the refrigerator. She was pointing to a picture she had painted that was carefully hung by a ceramic snowflake magnet she had created at school. She loved this magnet. It was her masterpiece that she had made for her daddy.
Finding Faith on the Bathroom Floor
Faith is a universal value we share, but not all of us have faith in the same being. Some believe in one God, others believe in many Gods, and still others believe there is no God at all. I always wonder which one of us is right. But truthfully, I think we all are. I believe faith is a combination of what we grew up believing and of the choices we make when life gives us an unexpected turn.
Because She Needs It. Because I Am Able.
When I see my toddler struggling to climb a play structure at the park and she calls for me, I drop my conversation and grab her hand. Every time. When she asks to be picked up. I pick her up. Every time. I rock her to sleep. Every nap. Every night. In the middle of the night, when she cries, I go to her. Every time. Some nights it’s a rub on the back and she’s back down and other nights, I’m shoved into a corner while this 20lb, 20-month-old-girl takes over the entire queen size bed–in fact– that’s where I am now as I write this.
Parenting with migraine
I took a deep breath as I turned the calendar to November. It meant the holidays were coming. With each turn of the calendar, it's a sigh of relief in what we accomplished the month before. As I scan the month ahead, I look at what is to come and how we will ultimately alter those plans. Most of what we have known looks different this year. With the holidays arriving, a new challenge has come. I call this chapter of the pandemic: missing chairs.
