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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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Christ is Better

Posted by on Jul 29, 2019 in A HAPPY HOME, Blog, That Mom Life | 0 comments

The music was so loud I could hardly hear myself think. I climbed out of my minivan and cast a sideways, amused glance at the car next to me. I remembered the days when I used to crank my music to ungodly levels. Something tells me I just wouldn’t look as cool today rocking out to “The Wheels on the Bus” in my minivan. I reached for the sliding door handle to unload my kids, and that’s when I heard it. The lyrics of the music thumping from the car were a bit…colorful. Vulgar, actually. I thought about my children who sat waiting inside the van, no doubt hearing the thump, thump of the music but unable to make out any words. I stood there for a moment, thinking, debating. The Holy Spirit nudged me in that oh-so-familiar, you-can’t-ignore-me...

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I Try to Do the Right Thing, But…

Posted by on Jun 10, 2019 in A HAPPY HOME, Blog, That Mom Life | 0 comments

I never knew so much ‘tude could exist in one little body. My four-year-old sat perched on the edge of his bed: arms crossed, eyes narrowed, and sweet lips pressed into a firm line of defiance. His chest heaved from the Oscar-worthy performance he’d just displayed as he protested the great injustice of having to obey his mom. I knelt in front of him to address his disobedience. After a short discussion, Benjamin admitted—with great reluctance—that he had done wrong. And in that moment, his tough, I’m-right-and-you’re-crazy-if-you-think-I’m-ever-wrong face began to crumple. “I try to do the right thing, but…” He stared at the floor as his lip trembled, “I just can’t.” The impatient response of a frustrated parent was on the tip of my tongue. Yes you can do the right thing, and you’d better straighten up and do...

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How to Talk to Your Young Children About Abortion

Posted by on May 15, 2019 in A HAPPY HOME, Blog, That Mom Life | 0 comments

The word “abortion” is a regular part of my vocabulary. I’ve worked for my local pregnancy center for six years, spoken in front of crowds about abortion, given presentations on how to defend the pro-life position, and written many articles on the topic. But the first time my 4-year-old looked me in the eye and asked me what abortion was, I froze. How could I even begin to explain such a horrible reality to my son? His questions were inevitable. Our family has made a point to create a culture of life and an awareness of the needs of women in unplanned pregnancies. (I talk more about this in last month’s article, The Most Dangerous Place. You can check that out here!) When the questions come, what is the best way to speak to young children about abortion in...

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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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