Mothering in the Burnout Generation

Have you ever wondered what it might be like to feel absolutely smitten with motherhood?

Me too.

The busyness here has led my heart astray again and again.

Which is what brought me to writing about what happens when the RUSH is over. Do we give ourselves room for release, dear one? We can. I promise, we can.

Parenting Special Kids Through the Holidays

This side of Heaven… I keep typing these words over and over again. This side of Heaven, we won’t understand X, Y, or Z… This side of Heaven I absolutely will not understand my daughter’s journey. But, I’ve decided to skip the stress of it. (Sigh.) You can read the rest of my thoughts on theContinue reading “Parenting Special Kids Through the Holidays”

Beauty & Boundaries with Special Kids

“While your light absolutely impacts hers, your child is (wait for it) NOT YOU. She is her own little or big person. She is responsible for her own light. Can you support her brilliance? Absolutely. Is it entirely up to you? Nope.” We’ve had some beautiful homeschool moments these last few weeks, precious friends. WeContinue reading “Beauty & Boundaries with Special Kids”

Raise Your Voice, Mother or Other

It’s Sunday night – we are on an airplane ride home – and the most beautiful little girl on the planet is sprawled across my lap. Her feet brush our neighbor’s leg… ​ ​Fortunately, as my Father would have it, Lisa is a friend from church and she knows our Bliss. And by knows, IContinue reading “Raise Your Voice, Mother or Other”

When Regression Strikes

This is me at a pretty cool photo shoot for postpartum doula life a few weeks back. Before I realized we would be homeschooling, I thought I would just be working with and writing for moms. But alas, God had other plans. Homeschool being one.

Bring On The Lemonade – We Choose to Thrive

When life gives you lemons – a.k.a. all the wildness – you can either make some super delicious lemonade with it… or you can not. With six years of mothering a gorgeous child with sensory processing disorder and fifteen years mothering me – a woman living with chronic fatigue syndrome (CFS/ME) – under my belt, I have personally come to the conclusion that either we choose to thrive… to make the lemonade… or we choose to not thrive.

Savoring Summer: These Years Are Short

No one can prepare you for the highs and lows of motherhood, fatherhood, parenting or caregiving. But for me, this one verse, has again and again come to my heart. Seek the Lord. Seek Him at 2 a.m. when the baby won’t stop crying. Seek Him at 3 p.m. when the toddler is rolling across the grocery aisle floor because you forgot to bring him or her home for their afternoon nap. Seek the Lord when you’re sick and tired… and sick and tired of being sick and tired. I feel like if we just do this one thing, it’s all going to be okay. Because you can see Him in small moments. And in seeing Him… perhaps you’ll take pause and savor whichever season you’re in.

Where I See Jesus

Today I’m trying my hand at poetry. We’ll see if I can convey the joy I’m experiencing. I pray I can. Blessings, sweet friends xox J. I see Jesus In the sunrise No child in my bed For perhaps The first time In a decade. I see Jesus In the bath time When I canContinue reading “Where I See Jesus”

Look Up, Child

Numbed-out by the tumultuous few weeks before we took flight – and absolutely emotionally exhausted by the child I aim to be loved-by (wince) – I chanted the words “Help Me” over and over as I pounded the boardwalk above the most beautiful ocean I’ve ever seen. One foot. Help. Second foot. Me. Over and over again. And then the words I was needing to hear punched me in the gut…

Are You Listening, Lord?

I prayed and prayed, and often heard what I wanted – but I didn’t really listen. Because God is a God of love and people. And when I returned to work part-time in 2017 (just prior to Melanoma) I was acting out of love… but not for all of His people. Truthfully, I was escaping our Wild – who does life with a severe anxiety disorder and struggles with sensory processing and who can rage in the blink of an eye… and I was tired.