I'm so tired of writing about parenting! Clearly I've still got loads of things to work through, and seeing as how I could use all the help I can get, here are some of my favourite not-so-messy-parent bloggers (though they might try to refute that!)...
Read moreOn falling off the wagon :: 31 days of messy parenting {day 29}
You know how they say you shouldn't fall in love/get married/give away your flower until you love yourself and/or find your wholeness in God? And then they say you shouldn't have kids until you've travelled the world, paid off all your debt and bought a house? And then, you know - as a parent - you've now got it all figured: the planning, the budgeting, the disciplining and the healthy eating?
Yeah, well, I've just fallen off the wagon.
Read morePicture Sunday :: 31 days of messy parenting {day 28}
Learning to let my kids run, when they need to run...
Sometimes all you can do is laugh as they pass you by.
Every Sunday this month I've been sharing pictures from our family, uncensored and unposed. I don't know about you, but I think I'm finally able to embrace the happy imperfections and distinct personalities that shine through in every image. I would love to see some of yours, too!
Mom, can I start a blog? :: 31 days of messy parenting {day 26}
"Mom, can I start a blog?"
The eldest came at me with this request last week, not altogether out-of-the-blue. He is the super imaginative one, artistic and book-wormy and writer of notes and short stories. Still, I huffed a little bit.
"A blog? Why do you want to start a blog?" I asked him, probably not even looking at him, probably while I myself was on the computer.
Read moreI was ugly :: 31 days of messy parenting {day 25}
I think I will regret this, putting it out there. It is so much more, so much heavier - wrought with humility - than a witty 31-day-series tag line. Writing down the words, words I've only said to two, maybe three people... writing them here for you to see.
You will judge me, but I feel compelled. I want to see how truth is beauty. Even ugly truth, made beautiful by what happens, what came, how God was in it anyway.
The beauty, it's all him. The ugly - that's me.
The truth is, I didn't want him.
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