This year left me breathless, panting for air. But my kids became my oxygen–the very reason I kept gasping, and eventually, I learned how to swim underwater. This year kicked me around, beat me up, and left me bruised. But I got up again and feel stronger (this is what I tell myself and I’m …
Yesterday, on Christmas morning, my son and I were the only two awake in the quiet hush of a snowy morning. We crawled under blankets in his bed and just talked while we waited for his sister and daddy to wake up. He told me, in the excited way only a child who still believes …
In the hubbub of the holiday season, let us not forget that life doesn’t have to be lived in grand gestures for our kids to be happy. The magic is already here. It’s not in the expensive vacations we think they want. It’s not in the hours spent shopping to create some sort of magic …
My son, now over seven, fell off of a stool this afternoon when we were building a gingerbread house. While he was fine and giggling, I bent down to pick him up. And I couldn’t lift him. Try as I might, I couldn’t hoist him up into my arms I once deemed strong. Instead, I …