by Lisa-Jo | Oct 12, 2011 | Callings, Kids, Motherhood, Raising Boys
I like sleep. I like spending hours reading books, alone, in perfect quiet, in a pool of sunlight on a late fall afternoon. I like a clean and tidy house. I like to eat food while it is still hot. I like clean clothes. I like to brush and style my hair in more than 2...
by Lisa-Jo | Sep 29, 2011 | Callings, Faith, Family, Kids, Motherhood
I want my kids to know me. Not some perfect version of me. And not just the mommy side either. I want them to know how much I loved books and what a great kisser I thought their dad was. I want them to know that like my mom before me, a favorite thing to do was curl...
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by Lisa-Jo | Sep 28, 2011 | Kids, Motherhood
There was a time and a church where women didn’t tell their hard stories. I was a sleep deprived brand new mom who wished someone else would whisper in her ear that they missed going to the movies as much as I did. If she was alive, I would have asked my mom if...
by Lisa-Jo | Sep 27, 2011 | Callings, Faith, Girlfriends, Inbetween, Kids, Motherhood
Boys clamor for more ice cream and the baby wants milk. The day winds down slow and rough and my head aches between the whining of one and the frustration of another. I can’t find his favorite bear; I hear rudeness leak out of every syllable his brother speaks....
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by Lisa-Jo | Sep 13, 2011 | Callings, Faith, Family, Kids, Marriage, Motherhood
Fifteen years ago I stood in the same place I stood last night. I was 21 and about to fall for the Midwestern boy with the green eyes who was trying to steal third base. Spring on the Washington DC mall – it was a cherry blossom love story. I couldn’t have known. I...
by Lisa-Jo | Sep 6, 2011 | Faith, Family, Kids, Motherhood, Raising Boys
He comes to find me in the dark. Eyes squinted against my bedside lamp, he whispers, “Mama. Mama I gotta be by you.” Bad dreams and hot summer nights drive him out of his bed, down the hallway and into mine. And I, I who crave space like oxygen at the end...
