Hula-Hooping Into 2013

Confession: I’m a multi-tasker who is tired of multi-tasking. (photo source: dailyhistory.net) Entering 2013, my eyes have barely focused on the future from the blur of 2012.  It was the year of the multi-tasking mamma, aka me (was it for you too?).  From planning a two year old tu-tu birthday party, putting our house up for sale, moving to our hometown, and leaving my stay-at-home job for church ministry, my days were filled juggling.  To mark the end of our crazy year, my husband and I ventured to the salty air and crashing waves in Florida to clear our heads …

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Misunderstood Momma

* A flask of gunpowder and a bag of bullets were absent from this quick-draw-duel with my four-year-old son. One child stood alongside me in the elevator nice and happy. The other stood determined on the outside not about to get in. His glare along with his high-pitched voice screamed his defiance as he stood his ground. He had been testing my authority all morning and saw this as yet another opportunity. Time stopped as the showdown began. Who would win this battle of the wills?  As my mouth told him to get in, my brain cried out a prayer that this time he …

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Good mom, good wife?

Is being a good mom the same as being a good wife? From the time a child enters into a family, they can’t help but try to take over and secure their spot at the center of our world. At first, they seem so innocent and helpless, but their power to dominate slumbers like a morning nap under a mobile with a nursery rhyme. It may be years before a mom realizes that her precious children can unseat her husband’s unique place in her heart. If we aren’t careful, children can take the place of our mate. They are a …

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Special Siblings

Subscribe today and receive your FREE copy of… FACING OUR FEARS – 31 STORIES FROM M.O.M.   “He gets mad at the smallest things.  I’m embarrassed to be seen with him.  I wish I had a normal brother like everyone else.  I feel ignored and resent how much time he demands from my parents.  As much as I can’t stand to be around my brother, I worry about if he is OK without me.  It hurts when people are rude to him and I feel guilty because I am the rudest to him of all.”  “Who will take care of …

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How to Volunteer Without Wearing Out & Day 9 Giveaway

Today’s Great Giveaways! PURSE-onality Challenge Journal, Bible Verse Cards & “Let’s Get PURSE-onal CD By: Cheri Gregory 31 days of replacing “baditude” with God’s word and gratitude by focusing on four positive habits: spotlighting personality strengths, eliminating complaints, journaling gratitude and memorizing scripture. Comes complete with journal, Bible verse cards and Let’s Get PURSE-onal CD. Great for moms and to use to teach your children  hot to navigate life with an attitude that glorifies God. Being a Great Mom, Raising Great Kids By: Sharon JaynesAND an Engraved Bookmark AND Beautiful Note Cards Be B.L.E.S.S.E.D.! That is what Sharon Jaynes teaches as she …

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To Count or Not to Count

It was hard not to notice her struggle, since she and her husband sat across from us while we all waited to board our flight. Her little princess was Pottery Barn catalog pretty, but she had an attitude that shouted “Diva!” With a patient voice and bottomless bag of tricks, the mom was trying to work her magic (emphasis on “work”) before we ever approached the plane.  Nothing worked. Just then, she found hope in the form of another “traveling mommy.” Different kinds of moms Traveling mommy #2 took a different approach. She was streamlined. She was in charge. She …

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Mommy Guilt

I am not the perfect mom. I love my husband and my kids, but I mess-up–often. Some days I make lots of mistakes–other days I do better. However I will never be perfect–not this side of heaven. Sometimes I pick-up every mistake I make, but my burden is heavy. It whispers to my heart. You will never do this right. You are messing up your children. You are a bad mother. You will never be enough. My heart convulses as I lose myself in the lies my burden feeds me. I lose my joy in fear. My strength evaporates in …

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There is No One Right Way

My belly bulged and my heart swelled. Excitement tingled in my every pore. I had everything mapped out in my head. Excitedly I typed out a birth plan – full of my ideals of natural birth and no needles in my back. My husband and I took a natural child-birthing class. I read parenting books and listened to seasoned friends. I knew what I would and wouldn’t do. I thought I was a prepared mommy. Then my stubborn first-born chose not to come. A week after my due date my doctor induced my labor and my labor did not follow …

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