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Mary Holloman

Posted by on Jan 21, 2019 in | Comments Off on Mary Holloman

That Mom Life Mary Holloman is the wife of one husband and mom of two stinkin’ cute kiddos. When she’s not preoccupied trying to keep her children alive, she works and writes for Greensboro Pregnancy Care Center, serves in her church’s college ministry, beats her husband in ping-pong, and then writes some more. She loves to write about the comical and often unbelievable experiences of parenting and the spiritual truths that those experiences reveal. She’s written for Charisma Magazine, Refresh Bible Study Magazine, and IntheQuiver.com. You can visit her at www.maryholloman.com and follow her on Instagram at...

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The Most Dangerous Place

Posted by on Apr 11, 2019 in A HAPPY HOME, Blog, That Mom Life | 0 comments

We walked with the crowd of people toward the old, dilapidated building. Angry weeds forced their way through every visible crack and crevice. We moved in silence as an overwhelming sense of sadness settled around us like a thick blanket. We stared at the building and watched as women filtered in and out of the door that creaked in protest each time it was forced open. We watched and we prayed. My husband, two children and I were standing outside of our city’s abortion facility. Not your typical Saturday family outing. I’ve gotten more than a few strange looks and comments from people when they learn that we’ve taken our children to the abortion facility. And I can’t say I blame them—I’m sure it seems weird on several levels. For one, convincing a 4-year-old and almost 2-year-old to be...

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White-Knuckled Prayers

Posted by on Mar 12, 2019 in A HAPPY HOME, Blog, That Mom Life | 0 comments

“Dear God, gank You for cars and dump trucks and street sweepers. And most of all, gank You for Jesus, Your Son, who died for our sins. Amen.” Before “amen” finished rolling off his tongue, my three-year-old firecracker began shoveling food into his mouth much like the dump trucks—which he so reverently lifted up in prayer—might slide mounds of dirt into a bottomless pit. When my son paused from filling his hollow legs with pasta, he took a breath and launched into an epic reenactment of his day. I’ve never seen my son do anything halfway; there is a sense of urgency in every task. When he builds with LEGO bricks, his face remains inches from each piece, concentration etched into his furrowed brow. When he plays outside, each task is completed at a dead run, usually accompanied by...

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You’re Still Happy with Me, Right?

Posted by on Feb 18, 2019 in A HAPPY HOME, Blog, That Mom Life | 5 comments

I exited the room, arms full of folded towels. The goal was to put them in the linen closet and come back for the rest of the clothes. I couldn’t have been gone more than ten seconds. Sometimes ten seconds is all it takes. When I entered the living room, every piece of freshly folded laundry was strewn across the room. Shirts were on the hearth, pants were dangling off the sewing machine, and underwear littered the floor and couch. I spun toward my two primary suspects and asked in an eerily calm voice, “Who. Did. This?” My three-year-old jumped to attention. “It was Ryleigh,” he said with confidence. I turned to my eighteen-month-old. She was grinning and trying to pull a pair of underwear onto her head. She hadn’t quite mastered the art of subtlety yet. Benjamin jumped...

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What Do Scary Things Do?

Posted by on Jan 28, 2019 in A HAPPY HOME, Blog, That Mom Life | 0 comments

“I’m afraid of spiders.” My almost four-year-old eyed me and then quickly redirected his gaze to his toys. His tone was apologetic. Benjamin’s fear of spiders wasn’t new to me. For a while, he had recurring nightmares involving spiders—the kind of nightmares that would terrify the most fearless adult. “I don’t blame you, B,” I said. “I think spiders are creepy, too. And you know, everyone is afraid of something. Except for a special Someone. Did you know there is Someone who’s not afraid of anything?” Benjamin smiled at the familiar question. “God!” And then his eyes narrowed in concentration. “So what do scary things do when they see God?” I blinked. When is this kid going to start asking me easier questions? I imagined a gathering of all the things my children might fear: Spiders. Monsters. Darkness. Storms....

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