As parents, we’re told time and again, “Don’t blink, or you’ll miss it!” But I don’t think it’s about whether or not we blink.
We tip-toed backwards and shut the door. When I lifted my eyes, my son stood waiting. Could it be a worried look on his face?
She cried without stopping. I was a nerve-wracked, shaking failure. Sleep-deprived, I grew up over burp rags and dirty diapers.
How had I gotten there? I was holding her at arms length. I didn’t want to engage with her anymore. It felt too hard.
Then as we drew near to the trailhead, he came to my side and slipped his hand in mine. It hit me with such force that my heart nearly caved…
What had I always wanted to write onto the canvas of our days but dropped down to the bottom of the schedule, left unattended? These were the things I was resolving to make a priority.
This is motherhood in its simplest, most beautiful form. And it is something each of us can give, even in our most exhausted and depleted moments…
My mother was the queen of tradition-making. She worked to keep the main Gift of Christmas the main gift of our attention. But in all the activities, she recognized the simple power of connection.
I have been thinking about writing on this for a while now. I’ve been thinking through the cunningness of it all, this revolutionary idea that goes against most everything written about quality family time. You see, a few months ago, we decided that having dinner together as a family was not important.
Raising kids stirs something deep in our souls — an innate knowing that our time is finite. Taking my kids outside in creation, I’m discovering how to stretch our time and pack it to the brim with meaning. God’s creativity provides the riches of resources for teaching the next generation who He is and how He loves us. Join our adventure and discover inspiration and resources for refusing rush, creating habits of rest, living intentionally, and making the most of this beautiful life!