For the quasi-organized

Processors on top, smaller items in the middle, and tall cookbooks and bottles on the bottom.  I am so thrilled every time I open the cabinet doors!

I'll let you in on a little secret: I love to be organized.  Like really, really love it. I think it has something to do with my inner control freak and my outer chaos, which results in the freak trying desperately to rein in control on the chaos whenever possible.  If my environment is under control, then I can be more in control as a mother and homemaker.  Same was true in college--I could not study for a test unless my room was anally in order (Kellie will attest).  Then I could get to … [Read more...]

Calling All Catholics

A must-watch for the upcoming elections:   … [Read more...]

The Mother-Son Date Nights

I wrote a post the other week about a scenario in our family where my oldest child, Matthew, broke down into tears one day because he was feeling more criticism than love from me.  Poor guy.  He needed a few mama hugs and then some...  I admit, it is easier to come down hard on him because he is my natural-born leader.  His example sets the tone for our family.  He is my go-to guy for help.  He paves the way for the rest of the kids--all of our experiences with him are new, which means … [Read more...]

Dying To Self, Yet Again

Growing up, I would watch my grandmother closely.  She would stand in her kitchen with her hand on her hip and look straight in the mirror at herself (she had a large mirror in her kitchen!) and say with determination, "I tell you, me..."  Then she would launch into some issue she had with something or someone, some beef she needed to get off her chest.  Inevitably she would start to laugh because everything my nana did always ended with a good belly laugh.  She was a great lady and I miss … [Read more...]

Tending to the Older Ones

Biggest bro and baby sis

I had a humbling mother moment today when I realized one of my kids was feeling really low.  "You don't tell me 'Good Job' very much and instead, I'm always getting in trouble" he mumbled through tears.  Ouch.  Was he being dramatic and irrational?  Perhaps a little.  But once I opened my ears, put down my defenses, and really listened, I realized this was my child crying out for some encouragement.  Double ouch. He is the oldest child.  He is the one I have the hardest time … [Read more...]

Olympic Milestones

Our own torch relay

Thirty two years ago, my first Olympics was boycotted. Twenty two years ago in the 1988 Seoul Olympics, Ben Johnson tested positive for doping.  My childhood admiration took a tumble as I realized honesty was not a given in life. Fourteen years ago, while immersed in my own running pursuits, I was enamored of greats like Michael Johnson and Donovan Bailey at the Atlanta 1996 games.  I was readying to enter my senior year in high school and complete my first-ever Olympic distance … [Read more...]

Motherhood and Anxiety: Walking with Christ Day by Day

I was talking with Kellie yesterday about a family's near-miss with drowning. It involved a 2.5-year-old at a lake and thanks to the heroism of an 11-year-old girl, the baby is still with us. Praise God. But immediately my mama mind goes to forbidden, sinful places--what about the times where things don't work out?  What about the near-misses and the misses to come in my future?  What about my family?  My brain takes over and my body shuts down while I manage different scenarios and imagine … [Read more...]

When a little girl turns two…

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She is bashful of candles. She is enamored of bubbles. She is "assisted" by generous brothers. She eats cake with the help of her daddy. And she charms all around her because she's so darn sweet... Thank you, Lord. … [Read more...]

When Your Child Isn’t The Best

What do you do when your child is not very good at something?  Do you let them continue?  Or do you steer them toward activities more suited for their gifts? I started swimming when I was a wee one--swim lessons, private lessons.  I sunk like a rock doing backstroke.  My freestyle was okay.  Butterfly was out of the question. My first summer competing on a summer league, I was always in the third and slowest heat.  I swam on the "C" relay, which meant I cheered on my teammates and … [Read more...]

Are E-thanks enough?

These days we are a culture of instant gratification and I am admittedly part of that culture. Please don't question the Zappos.com App on my iPad.  I swear the site has gotten at least a thousand more hits since early May when I began round-the-clock nursing. Who doesn't love shoe shopping at 2am to stay awake?  Please don't sneer at the packages on my doorstep for everything from first communion gifts to some new summer dresses that are cool, forgiving, and nursing-friendly.  I swear, … [Read more...]