Micha, isn’t that what you’re whole blog is about? Okay. That’s fair. Perhaps this post should simply be titled, “How motherhood has changed how I watch movies.” Or, “What’s just not worth it anymore.” Or, “How my husband and I had a big fight last Friday night after I made him turn off our Netflix rental because I was sobbing (yes, seriously sobbing) in the kitchen.” I’ll say this: I’ve always fancied myself a thinker, someone who reads books or... Read more
In case you didn’t know, it is possible to be a 31 year old mother and get an ear infection. In fact, it’s possible that your sinus infection might turn out to be the first ear infection of your life. And it’s possible that you may have ear infections in both ears at once and wake your husband up crying in the bathroom at 4 in the morning. (I’m weak. What can I say?) They say that breastfeeding a baby... Read more
Yesterday, one of my favorite bloggers and authors, Rachel Held Evans, wrote a post titled: “Why Moms Sorta Scare Me,” in which she compared the current culture of motherhood to fundamentalism. She explained that as she, a happily married woman of 29, nears the age of baby-making, she doesn’t fear the idea of children, she fears the culture of mommyhood (especially as she’s seen it in the blogosphere). “Having been exposed to the religious fundamentalism of Bible Belt culture all... Read more
Yesterday I mentioned Scot Sherman’s sermon from this past Sunday. One of the stories he told in that sermon was about a man he had encountered who, in becoming serious about his faith, discovered Thomas Merton’s idea that prayer and contemplation should be something we practice at “dawn, day, dusk and dark.” I’ve had that on my mind this week as I’ve thought about what it means to be at peace with the ways I can’t pray at this point... Read more
Sunday was my day of contentment. It was all I seemed to hear all day. Like one of those weird music videos where everyone all around you is mouthing the same word. (Maybe that’s just a freaky dream I’ve had?) Either way, it was exactly what I needed to see all those people mouthing. My husband shared in front of the church about a ministry he’s been part of here in San Francisco. He’s been a sort of mentor/coach for... Read more
There’s a point in pregnancy when you suddenly think: “Something’s wrong with me!” Of course, the something wrong is actually the reality that a five pound human has invaded your entire body and you can’t get away from him. He shows up in how you walk (here comes Ms. Puddleduck), in how you react to the world around you (emotional crazy-lady!), in how you appear (I promise my nose is not this big in regular life), and in your inability... Read more
It’s been eleven days since I flew from Philadelphia to San Francisco. That also means it’s been eleven days since I had any contact with my phone. Through a series of unfortunate postal service events, it is in transit, (hopefully!) returning to Philadelphia soon, where it will be shipped back to me again. Of course, this would be the one time to know how to change my voicemail “greeting” or (haven’t we been able to do this since, like ’95?)... Read more
Yes, of course I read all 18 thousand of the Tiger Mother articles last week. How could I not have noticed? My sweet husband has me set up for some major “mother” search engines around here. The thing is, I couldn’t think of what I needed to say about Amy Chua’s “Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother,” and so I never wrote anything about it last week. What does this have to do with what I’m thankful for? It’s this:... Read more
I’m sure I’ve mentioned (more times than you’ve cared to know, actually) that my kid’s in love with rockets. Every crayon/remote control/dinosaur has the possibility of blasting off into space. I swear he sees the space shuttle flying by and making fire at least twice a day. (Yesterday I got him to wear a new cute yellow rugby shirt to church by convincing him it was the same color as rocket fire.) And I humbly confess that I wrote a... Read more
We’re in the season of Epiphany. I always feel sorry for Epiphany. It’s a shame to have such a remarkable name and always be ignored. I mean, it’s got to be tough to be the season that shows up right after Christmas, to mark the day we ought to have taken our trees down and stored our decorations. To be the liturgical mark on the calendar when everyone sighs some relief before we all start up with preparations for Lent.... Read more
Micha Boyett
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