I have the privilege and the challenge of teaching Sunday School class to three and four year-old little boys. While I love talking with them about the Bible, my challenge is helping them grasp high-level concepts in ways their little brains can process and remember. Our lessons this month all focus on the story of…
As director of the Oklahoma Marriage Initiative, I sometimes fancy myself a caped crusader saving families one marriage at a time. In reality, I’m no superhero with all the answers. In fact, when I look back at my approach to relationships during the first 2/3 of my life, I laugh about how me ending up…
By May of this year, I had almost given up…and then it happened. I think I was holding onto a support beam, doing calf lifts and silently cursing Brennan under my breath because my muscles had nothing left to give. Brenna was probably saying something like, “You want to stop? You can just quit if you don’t want to get stronger – that’s always an option.”
I know plenty of women who hyperventilate at the mere thought of a bikini. I’ve always worn one and never thought much about it. However, on a recent trip to a family resort, I thought I was going to have a panic attack at the very sight of an itsy bitsy, teeny weeny, yellow polka…
One time I decided that I shouldn’t have to actually ruin a perfectly good blowout just because my hair needed washing. I theorized that I could put my hair up in a high ponytail and wet and shampoo only my scalp, while the rest of the hair would stay dry. Terrible, terrible plan. If you don’t believe me, just try it.
A friend and co-worker recently lost her mother to cancer. The day of her mother’s death, my friend posted to her Facebook page, “I love you more than the sun loves the sky.” I’m sure I’ve heard this before, but I started thinking about moms and daughters. In seconds, I attached quite a bit of…
She was very concerned about this anomaly but I, in my infinite wisdom, assured her that a note explaining the situation would suffice and the Tooth Fairy would visit her anyway. And then the Tooth Fairy, well, didn’t.
I reached down to grab my heavy duty, several-ply stainless steel half baking sheet that I love so much. I hesitated, and instead opted for a small, flimsy baking sheet I knew had come with a toaster oven from a marriage gift twenty-five years ago. I wanted to make sure that the equipment I was using honored the entire nineteen and one-half years of my daughter’s existence.
My heart swelled as their little eyes registered awe of the phenomenon that is Disneyland. I beamed as they gleefully met Mickey, Minnie, Peter Pan, Snow White and numerous princesses. We explored Hollywood, Beverly Hills and Santa Monica as only tourists from Oklahoma can do. Knowing that I sometimes forget to take good pictures, I kept the camera ever-ready and took 150 pictures during the first 3 days of our trip.
This moment was followed by my brother Conner spitting out whatever fancy thing he ordered and my mom trying to discreetly clean the chewed lump off the floor before anyone noticed. News alert: they noticed.
On the heels of Mother’s Day, I have been reflecting on my journey as a mother. Before I had children I thought I knew what sort of mother I would be. There was no question that I’d do everything exactly right, using both book knowledge and God-given intuition to raise perfect little angels. Then I gave birth.
Months later, however, one of Susan’s long-time friends passed away. As she prepared for her travels and sat down to write the comments she was asked to make at the service, she received a note from another friend. This note, surprisingly, referenced Bailey’s long-ago words as inspiration for Susan’s funeral task. In neat script, the note read:
My dilemma at this point was talking to Bailey about this without encouraging her to simply sever the relationship. These are 6 year-olds and I believe strongly that each and every one of them deserves to have friends who care about them even when they are not at their best. This little girl is not a bad seed, after all…
It’s only logical that a near death experience should be followed by a merry trip to the Mall of America, so that’s what we did. Maybe this explains why I have panic attacks every time I go shopping!
I’ve spent much of my life thinking the cake or the yummy Mexican meal was bad, bad, bad. Now I simply know I can say yes to those indulgences. But, just like with the clothes scenario above, my food budget is set, so I have to plan for how I want to use it. If I want the yummy Mexican meal, I simply have to rearrange the rest of my daily (or weekly) intake in order to compensate.
Next month is Alcohol Awareness Month. We’re publishing this series now in order to provide a short moment of time to think about whether or not you or someone you know could take advantage of the multiple free screenings or help and resources that will be available beginning April 1st.
If you’ve ever put together a last-minute Halloween costume using only a few discarded paper towel rolls, some sweat bands you found in your husband’s 80’s memorabilia box labeled “don’t touch this,” the fishnet pantyhose you bought but have been too afraid to wear, and some pipe cleaners….
Then I got lost in thought: I had just chosen to run. In heels, no less. Whaaattt?? I’m sorry, who am I? And, when have I every CHOSEN to run in – oh, say – the last year?
Now that the shoe is on the other foot, I can only imagine the ridicule I will face in the years to come. And, trust me, I already feel like I live with a 15 year old so I’ve given up hope that we will be spared tumultuous teenage years.
The monsters I face are freakishly intelligent, know how to weaken my defenses and attack me where and when I’m most vulnerable. They are cunning and show no mercy. And they all have the same eyes….