my kids make me laugh (again) #mkmml

As a mom, I can get frustrated, I can yell, or I can laugh. Laughter is always a choice. Why #mkmml is an awesome idea.

Long ago, I wrote regular feature on Tuesdays called My Kids Make Me Laugh (MKMML). The premise was that taking time to notice the everyday antics of my kids and laugh with them helped me treasure my boys in whatever phase they happened to be in. Beyond that, it was supposed to encourage you to do the same.

You can go look, there’s a whole categories devoted to MKMML posts. Some of them are awesome. Some of them are, quite frankly, not.

When I looked at the awesome ones, it made me wonder what I quit writing them.  Then I looked at the “less than awesome” ones and I remembered. [Read more…]

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How to be the cool mom on the block

how to be the cool mom

I’ve worked hard for my title as “cool mom” from the neighbor kids over the past five years.

(Not really)

It’s been a hugely competitive event with all the neighbor moms vying for the trophy.

(Seriously, not really)

Now that I’ve won the title of “coolest mom on the block” I’d like to let you in on my secret.

(Um, there isn’t a trophy or anything, but I’d like to think the other kids on the block envy my sons because they have such an cool and amazing mom.)


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The (really big) rules

the big rules for life

This morning my second grader asked me for “the rules.”

Every morning when his alarm goes off, he comes flying into our room and crawls under the covers to snooze and snuggle.  When he’s good and wiggly, we go through the same routine every single day. [Read more…]

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Praying for my kids

praying for my kids

I struggle with praying for my kids. I’m don’t feel like I’m good at it compared to how other women talk about praying.  Once I start comparing myself to others, I can’t find peace about my prayer life.

Before I became a mom, I would hear women declare proudly that they prayed for the future spouse of their child.  I’d look at the sweet darling toddler with snot running down his chin and think “lady, you’re nuts.”

I didn’t get it.

My grandmother was a prayer warrior.  I grew up secure in the knowledge that she prayed for me every day, whether I wanted it or not.  When she passed, I worried that she wasn’t there to pray for my own children.

The weight of that responsibility felt heavy on my shoulders. I felt incredibly inadequate compared to my grandmother. [Read more…]

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