We were having a summer, and all of the sudden it was the first day of school. At least it seemed that way because I didn’t really create any preparatory ramp-up to get ready for school. None of us are into school-shopping, so I rummaged through drawers and made sure they had at least five … [Read more...] about Multiple Choice Parenting
Motherhood
The Essence of a Childhood Summer
I don’t want to mention the s-c-h-word just yet, but there are sure signs that summer vacation is winding down. For instance, our final baseball tournament is in the books. Like ballpark franks on a grill, we sizzled on the bleachers and watched a lot of baseball. Those little boys in grass … [Read more...] about The Essence of a Childhood Summer
7 Reasons I Can’t be the Umpire
Umpires for Little League seem to be in short supply around here so a couple times per seasons the parents are required to ump. Although this sounds efficient, it’s probably not the best solution—at least in my case. When it was our turn to ump, I contacted a whole list of … [Read more...] about 7 Reasons I Can’t be the Umpire
A Post-Mother’s Day Reflection
Super-mom forgot to supervise. Did you ever imagine motherhood would be a ride like THIS?I always wanted to be a mom. I’m just not always the mom I wanted to be. Here’s a little confession: I actually remember telling someone I wanted to be a supermom. I know… But somehow confessing, recounting, … [Read more...] about A Post-Mother’s Day Reflection
Are We Better When We’re Serving?
Last weekend we had the privilege of caring for two foster children ages one and two. It wasn’t our first time doing foster care, but it was our first in quite a while. Before we committed to an overnight placement, Kurt and I wanted to make sure the whole family was in. “If we are going to do … [Read more...] about Are We Better When We’re Serving?
Bingo Tumbler Brain
Lately I’ve had a bad case of Bingo Tumbler Brain. There are all these times, locations, obligations, privileges, people, places, and "don’t-forget-tos" tumbling around in the bingo cage atop my shoulders. I’ve tried to write them all down on my calendar. I’ve locked them … [Read more...] about Bingo Tumbler Brain