by Lisa-Jo | Nov 23, 2015 | Cheering for you, Christmas, Motherhood, Rabid fear of parenting
Last year was the first time I cooked a Thanksgiving turkey and put together a family advent countdown calendar. The FIRST TIME EVER IN NEARLY TEN YEARS OF PARENTING. Because that’s how long I’ve been sleep deprived. Dear Moms of Littles, listen up here...
by Lisa-Jo | Nov 14, 2015 | (in)courage, Faith, Motherhood
My daughter comes to me with snot and tears streaked down her face and asks between wails, “Do you still love me, Mama? Even when I’m crabby?” She then bursts into more sobs as I take her small frame onto my lap and wipe the hair out of her eyes. I...
by Lisa-Jo | Oct 29, 2015 | Cheering for you, Just plain hard, Motherhood, Ordinary Glory
Some days there’s so much to share but none of it is interesting or original so you don’t say anything. A kid lost his ever-loving mind in front of a guest because he discovered you’d eaten his laffy taffy. The kitchen is covered in dirty dishes....
by Lisa-Jo | Oct 21, 2015 | Just plain hard, Motherhood, No more mom guilt, Rabid fear of parenting
I knew a new mom once who made me crazy how quickly she lost all that baby weight. How she didn’t have to drop her son off at daycare every aching morning, who laughed at the easy familiarity of motherhood that seemed like a strange and scary land to me. We sat...
by Lisa-Jo | Oct 5, 2015 | Callings, Faith, Family, Inbetween, Motherhood, South Africa, Take Action
I think about it a lot. I think about dying. I lie in bed at night and can’t breathe from the bad dreams that paralyze my lungs at the thought of one of my kids dying. I lie there with eyes wide open to the dark and I play it through my head. How would I cope?...
by Lisa-Jo | Sep 17, 2015 | Cheering for you, Faith, Family, Motherhood, Rabid fear of parenting
May today be its own unique story. May we remember that these kids aren’t an interruption, a distraction or a nuisance. May we open our eyes to this morning and remember that the two sleepy heads crawling into our bed are a gift. May we wash out bottles and fill...