I wrote this post in September 2010, when I was six months pregnant with Allie. It still makes me laugh, so I wanted to give it a rerun. If you take a Mom to Target, she’s going to want a cart to put her purse in. If she gets a cart, she’s going to want to peruse the dollar bins. If she peruses the dollar bins, she’s going to find a toy that reminds her to buy a birthday gift for a 3-year-old she knows. If she remembers that she needs a birthday gift, she’s going to want to … Read more
Every day last week saw high temperatures in the mid-seventies. Considering the lousy weather we’ve had in April and May, that is positively splendid. This is what being an at-home mom is all about. I get some work done while Allie naps and Grace plays, then we all go outside together. Outside is all about running and playing and laughing for Gracie. For Allie, it’s about watching and learning. And, of course, chewing since those teeth still haven’t broken through. For me, it’s about pulling weeds and planting flowers and enjoying the beauty of my yard and my garden and … Read more
I’ve been meaning to write this post since March 8. March 8th is when I submitted a letter to my employer, explaining that I would not return to work after my maternity leave ended. This Friday, I will officially be an at-home mom. When Grace was born, I cried every time I thought about going back to work. I sobbed for hours my first day back. For 4 years, I’ve felt incredibly guilty about leaving Grace at daycare so that I could teach other peoples’ kids. When Allie was born, I told Joe that I could not go back. It … Read more
Allie is four months and one week old. She plays with toys now. She pulls things towards herself. She chews and feels and explores. Wanting to get a reprieve from holding her all day long, I decided to find some of Grace’s old baby toys. She had a saucer, a walker, a jumperoo, and some assorted noisy toys at this age. I knew that Allie would love them. I hoped that Allie would love them enough for me to get some work done around the house and play with my firstborn and her dollhouse. Maybe even exercise. Or blog! I … Read more
You will never believe what Grace asked me as we were walking to my parents’ house.
God spoke to me today. The clouds didn’t part. There was no clap of thunder, no voice from a burning bush. It was no less profound. The moment was ordinary, the kind that happens several times every day. The baby was sleeping in the swing, and I was sitting on the floor, playing dinosaurs with Grace, my 3-1/2-year-old. The Lord chose the mamaÃ‚ T-rexÃ‚ to convict my sinful heart of wrongdoing. And convict, he did. His words, through the mouth of my daughter and a plastic dinosaur, pierced me, making me realize how awful I’ve been. He is a bad husband!Ã‚ the mother … Read more