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
Hope for When We Second-Guess Ourselves as Moms
My mastery of second-guessing myself didn’t end when I became a mom. If anything, it became worse. I second-guess what the kids ate for lunch. I wonder if blonde, hazel-eyed charmer should be further along in his reading ability. When the endless sibling rivalry turns physical I think, “Didn’t I teach them better than this? Will they ever get along?” Sometimes the worst critics are the ones running on repeat in our heads.We teach them to share, to love their neighbor and show respect. But when Continue Reading