A New Thing

A New Thing

This past January, I sent out a New Year’s card because a Christmas card just didn’t come together in time. My sister got married in early December, and then our second son Shepherd was born on December 17––so we had just a few things on our plate. After...

Brave in the small things

My word for the year is brave.  I once had someone say to me that I was a brave person when it came to the big things – as in, I would pack up my life and move to South America for a year when I was 22 (which I did). But, I was overly cautious in the small things...

For our good and our growth

My son hates tummy time. And even though we only make him do it for ten minutes a day, he pretty much screams the whole time. While it kills me to hear him cry, I know how critical tummy time is for his development and for strengthening his little muscles. I know it...

Power. Love. A sound mind.

Yesterday morning, I sat in the rocking chair in my six-week-old Jessen’s room and watched him sleep. School shootings have always wrecked me. But now they do on a different level. I found myself thinking about his first day of kindergarten. How it’s supposed to be...
At peace ≠ in control.

At peace ≠ in control.

“At peace ≠ in control.” This was all I wrote in my journal the other day. Because as I’ve watched my baby learn to self-soothe, I’ve realized the healthy and unhealthy ways I too tend to self-soothe. In moments of stress or anxiety, my way of coping is to...