by Lisa-Jo | Mar 5, 2015 | Motherhood, No such thing as just a mom, Rabid fear of parenting, surprised by motherhood, Uncategorized
Before we got married, I told my husband that I didn’t plan to have children. I may not have put it quite as politely as that. But I was carrying around a gut wound of leftover childhood junk, and it had convinced me that I’d rather run far away than have kids. It was...
by Lisa-Jo | Feb 23, 2015 | Motherhood, Rabid fear of parenting
My husband tells me that it’s probably not worth investing in any “nice” home décor until our sons have graduated out of our house. The scarred sofas, battered bunk beds and duct-taped military toys testify to this. We have two young boys, and a fearless daughter who...
by Lisa-Jo | Feb 19, 2015 | Books you should read, Cheering for you, Motherhood
If you’ve been following me on Facebook you know that we’re coming off several nights of the puke/sleep/puke/beg God for mercy/puke cycle with one of our kids. It’s left both Pete and I with the worst kind of two am parenting hangovers. But the world...
by Lisa-Jo | Feb 11, 2015 | Cheering for you, Motherhood, No more mom guilt, No such thing as just a mom
Sometimes I stand at mixers in Washington, DC and listen to people introduce themselves. It’s the most fascinating experience. All these walking, talking business cards. And their business is good and strong and brave most of the time. And very interesting. But...
by Lisa-Jo | Feb 3, 2015 | Cheering for you, Motherhood, No more mom guilt
…this guest post from one of my mom friends and mentors, prayer warriors and fellow mom guilt survivors, Stacey Thacker…. I shut the door to my bedroom, well past eleven o’clock, and headed to my bathroom. Monday behaved as expected and, to be honest, got...
by Lisa-Jo | Jan 29, 2015 | Kids, Motherhood, Raising Boys, South Africa, Take Action
He holds his heart as we wait at the red line in the immigration queue. His face has a puzzled look. Passports slide back our way and we crane necks for one last look, one wave, one jump up and down and blowing of last kisses. Then with heavy back packs we start the...
