“Mom, what is Thanksgiving?” His question came from the backseat. I can’t recall what, exactly, I was talking about. But that word caught his attention. His question caught my own. And I didn’t know whether or not to be upset.
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.
I had never seen it–not before last week. Not before twenty-six lives were stolen amidst red carpet, church pews, and a wooden cross. But now I see…
The constant ding of her tablet, sitting on the table in front of her, was a relentless distraction from our meal. That is, until she turned the device toward her husband, and I realized…
The constant ding of her tablet, sitting on the table in front of her, was a relentless distraction from our meal. That is, until she turned the device toward her husband, and I realized…
“I just need to get away from the kids.” I had told him, blotchy face and runny nose, swollen belly.
Traveling with kids is never easy or cheap. We invested seven weeks that we will never get back–but I wouldn’t want them back.
The sound was deafening. I was certain they were about to take a crash landing straight into our campground. My husband and I jumped up and ran outside.
I have been on this pursuit of a balanced life for years now. Is it really possible when the circumstances of life tip from one side to the next so constantly?
It was not exactly our smartest parenting moment. We had thought it a brilliant idea, only moments later to realize we had set a trap for ourselves…
It was not exactly our smartest parenting moment. We had thought it a brilliant idea, only moments later to realize we had set a trap for ourselves…
The truth is that among all these adventures of our first week—amidst all of the dream-come-true moments, there were certainly some ugly ones. Here is what our first week really looked like!
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!