“I can’t help it. I just love them too much.”
It was the confession of a grandmother. Her daughter lives nearby with her husband and two small children. She was admitting she was an over-grandma. Over-caring, over-providing, over-serving…
Too much love?
Her tearful angst came at the end of our study of idolatry and traveled around our circle of women.
And when it came around to me, I felt the tension. I’m guilty of gusto, too. (more…)
It was barely 9:00am. My son’s sticker chart was ruined, his time-out chair was hot, and our marble jar was empty.
And I was all three. Continue reading
An enthusiastic cheerleader’s voice boomed through the loudspeaker over our heads and echoed down the shiny, tile hallway. Our little group paused until it was over.
“Sorry about that. Big game tonight.” The assistant principal said with a smile. He then motioned us toward a doorway marked “125”. Inside, students were huddled together over papers and chrome books, talking and writing. They looked up at us briefly.
“This is one of our history classes. The students here are working on a group project,” he explained.
We watched for a while, then continued our tour. We were new parents and students, getting informed and oriented before the next school year. The following thirty minutes were spent moving from one spot to the next, as students pushed past each other in the hallway, reached across each other in the cafeteria, and talked over each other at classroom tables. It was a loud, busy place.
Personally, I loved high school, and happy memories washed over me that day. The energy of games, clubs, and social activities fueled me through my academics, and I thrived in it all.
But now, as a parent, I was seeing things through my daughter’s eyes. With her in mind, even this short tour made me tired.
She is extremely introverted person, and I realized I had to do some very intentional parenting for us both to survive until graduation day. Continue reading
A few weeks ago, my oldest son was playing guitar in our basement. The music was loud and he didn’t see me coming, so I stood and listened for a while. It was a piece I’ve never heard him play, but I instantly recognized his soulful heart behind it. Continue reading
My kids and I like to play a game called “What if?”.
Kid: What if I brought home a pet snake without asking…
Me: You won’t. (Intimidating eye contact).
Kid: I know. But what if I did?
Me: I’d lock myself in my car until Dad came home. Then he’d take you and the snake to a more loving home… Continue reading
To My Four Favorite Kids in the Whole World:
Each of you are all on the verge of amazingly big things; entering adulthood, the college years, high school, and finally becoming a teenager. Continue reading
The light turned yellow, then red, and I slowed to a stop. I hung my arm out the window and glanced at a park near the intersection. There, a disheveled mom was chasing a three-foot live wire with a bowl cut. I watched until the car behind me honked.
As I pulled off the line, it hit me: That’s me. My kids are teenagers, but they haven’t stopped running. And I’m still huffing and puffing behind them.
The teenage years seem to cause parents to either chase harder or quit running altogether.
I’m a chaser, through and through. Continue reading