“Instead of no. Not right now. Maybe another time. Sometimes when I realize I’m operating on autopilot, I stop and ask myself, ‘Why am I even saying no? Do I even have an actual reason?'”
- Love What Matters
- Children
- Raising Kids
“Instead of no. Not right now. Maybe another time. Sometimes when I realize I’m operating on autopilot, I stop and ask myself, ‘Why am I even saying no? Do I even have an actual reason?'”
“Sometimes I don’t feel like praying. Some days I don’t feel like reading my Bible. Some days I don’t even want to get out of bed. Suffering tries to steal my faith daily.”
“My boys just stood there watching. It was like they suddenly realized how much their lives had changed in recent years. They used to be able to climb and go down the slide. They used to be able to keep up with their little sister… but not anymore.”
“I took Axton to the bathroom to pee. It was the first of many earth-shattering moments when I watched in horror as he peed blood. ‘He should be fine with some Tylenol and rest.’ I knew in my gut something was seriously wrong.”
“I could see the panic set in, and it was awful.”
“Oh, God. I was going to have 4 kids, 3 under age 3. How was I possibly going to handle two toddlers AND an infant while coaching our eldest through virtual learning? I called my friend of 20 years, shaking and sick to my stomach with the test in my hand: ‘I don’t think I can do it.’ She said simply, ‘You can. And you will.'”
“Having a traumatic relationship with your mother does not have to define your relationship with your children. There is hope the moment we start to see ourselves for the essence and pure light we are.”
“I was leaving everything behind for a childhood fantasy, a job in a K-12 campus I’d never even seen, and a house I’d only looked at online. I cried on the road, wondering if I was making the biggest mistake of my life. Then I heard my dad’s voice echo in my mind from those 31 years ago: ‘You can be anything you want, anywhere in the world.’ And then I lost him. To suicide.”
“I used to think successful people were the ones with the high-profile careers, the most put-together houses and children, the ones who look good from the outside. I was wrong.”
“We were told we had too many children already and wouldn’t be considered. I was given disappointing news a lot, but I wasn’t phased. I knew these were my kids.”