Before becoming a mom, I never considered how my introverted personality would affect the way I parent my kids. Even during the first few years of my son’s life, when the house was still quiet and my firstborn, calm little guy was my companion, it didn’t occur to me that this trait would play into the challenges of motherhood. Now, over a decade later with three young kids, I see it. Several days ago, my friend and I were sitting on the couch and I shared how my two-year-old daughter is in Continue Reading
A Promise for When You Wonder if Anyone Sees You
The screaming started as soon as the plane began descending into Charlotte-Douglas International Airport. To say I was mortified is an understatement. I tried to console my two-year-old son with toys and promises that we’d be there soon, but it was no use. I silently wished I could hide somewhere until we reached the terminal. As I journey through motherhood, God often shows me it’s a continual process of refinement. And often, he uses situations I never desired to remind me his work Continue Reading
Why I Stopped Letting the Name “Mom” Define Me
I remember the first time our eight-year-old realized I had a name other than “Mama.” And his dad had a name other than “Dadda.” We were sitting at the dinner table and my parents were visiting. Of course, they do not call us “Mama” and “Dadda.” It was as though a light bulb went off in his growing brain. The fact that we were people before we became parents was new territory to be explored. Questions came pouring faster than he could formulate words. I smiled, but made sure he knew that Continue Reading
