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All Good Things

Posted by on Apr 20, 2020 in A HAPPY HOME, Blog, That Mom Life | 0 comments

As I popped the last and crispiest fry into my mouth, my two-year-old’s sweet but scavenger-like voice carried from the back seat. “Can I have one more, Mom?”    “Sorry, Kiddo,” I wiped the excess salt from my fingers. “That was the last one. Plus, you already ate at least half of them, not that I’m keeping track or anything.”   “Aw man,” she drawled, “I wish there were more. I wuv fries.”   “Me too, girl, but all good things must come to an end.”   “That’s not true.” I glanced over my shoulder, surprised to meet my son’s steady gaze. His head had been buried in a book, and I didn’t think he was listening. Like a turtle from its shell, he’d emerged for a moment to share his thoughts.    “What’s not true?” I asked.   ...

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I Just Need a Break

Posted by on Feb 25, 2020 in A HAPPY HOME, Blog, That Mom Life | 0 comments

I just need a break. The thought rolled around in my mind for the umpteenth time that day. Somehow I’d managed to make it to 5:30 PM. It was dinner time at the end of nearly twelve straight hours of pure chaos. I was convinced that my four and two-year-olds held a meeting in the wee hours of the morning and discussed how to push Mommy to the brink of a mental breakdown. I imagine it went something like this: “Okay, from 6-8 AM, you scream for no apparent reason. Don’t let Mommy console you. That would be too easy. Then from 8-10 AM, I’ll argue with her about—well—anything. Then from 10 AM to 12 noon we’ll fight with each other until she cries. Got it?” “Got it. Should I draw with the Sharpie on the wall again? That...

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4 Ways to Help Your Child Through Sibling Loss

Posted by on Jan 28, 2020 in A HAPPY HOME, Blog, That Mom Life | 0 comments

His name was Frank, and for 48 hours, he was the most important thing in my son’s life. Ben’s eyes lit up the moment we spotted our eight-legged friend. The old hermit scampered across the beach, dragging an impressively large shell behind him and mesmerizing our four-year-old. We rounded up a container, sand, leaves, water, and even some beach toys to create the perfect home. Over the next few days, Ben checked on Frank constantly and chattered away about his very first pet. Only 48 hours after we first found him, Frank died. I’ll never forget my son’s reaction when my husband told him the truth. He ran. He ran from our vacation house to the beach and just kept running, flinging clumps of sand behind him with every step. He put as much distance between himself and Frank...

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No Longer Empty-Handed

Posted by on Dec 4, 2019 in A HAPPY HOME, Blog, That Mom Life | 3 comments

I can’t feel them in my arms anymore. It’s inexplicable, really. I’ve stared at four positive pregnancy tests in the last four years. And each time—without fail—I could immediately feel them in my arms. The anticipation was instant, the bond immediate. Some may roll their eyes at such extreme statements, but the knowledge that a newly formed life had been purposefully and miraculously knitted inside of me took my breath away. “At least it happened early, before you could get attached.” I’ll never forget when those words were carelessly tossed in my direction. Words normally come to me easily. In that moment, I had none. At least. Two words that have no place in any conversation when a woman has lost a child. I’ve lost three babies this year. Three. And the reality is this: it doesn’t matter how...

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When My Children Shake Me

Posted by on Nov 8, 2019 in A HAPPY HOME, Blog, That Mom Life | 4 comments

“Are you sorry for snapping at me?” I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. Shame washed over me as I replayed the outburst in my head. How was it possible that one three-year-old could make my blood boil so easily? I looked at my son, staring at me with his impossibly blue eyes. Waiting for an answer. Inner-Mary readied her list of reasons why her harsh reaction was justified: You’ve been pushing me all day. You’ve screamed and cried and made unreasonable demands. You’ve disobeyed me, ignored me, and taken me for granted. Can you really blame me for lashing out?? In that moment, a mental image of a water bottle rushed to mind. I once heard author and speaker Paul Tripp share the following example: If I take the top off my water bottle and...

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I Might Be a Little Bit Scared

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

“Um…can we just eat ice cream by ourselves?” Concern etched soft lines in my son’s forehead as he processed our conversation. Our family was gathered around the dinner table, and somewhere between flying sweet potatoes and a rousing retelling of the most recent Paw Patrol episode, we’d landed on the topic of inviting our neighbors over for ice cream. The introvert in me totally agreed with my 4-year-old. “But treats like ice cream are more fun when you can share them with others,” I said. “And this might be a good chance to invite some of our friends to church, or to talk to them about Jesus. Did you know some of our neighbors don’t know about Jesus?” “Oh.” Benjamin poked at his sweet potatoes with his fork. “I didn’t know that.” “Maybe when we hang out with your...

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