I remember clear as day the moment I told my mom, with the haughty arrogance that only comes from being fifteen years old and full of worldly knowledge and superiority, that I would never be just a stay at home mom. I said it because that’s what she was. And I was mad. And in that moment I saw her …
I was born with a melancholy personality. It’s true. I have a natural tendency to be slightly gloomy, and I’m totally okay with that. In fact, I might be a little too okay with that… a little too comfortable with an “eh” fog hovering around me. I know, I know, that’s the first paragraph anyone would want to read when …
“Oh, I’m just a stay at home mom.” I heard the words leave my mouth before I could stop them, one in particular ringing in my ears. Just. I’m just this. I just do that. Except, there’s really no “just” about who I am or what I do all day everyday. I’m betting the same is true for you, too. …
At the outset, I feel it’s only fair to begin with the understanding that I am an introvert mom and I have much stake in the title of this post. However, I’m fully aware that even the little differences I cling to, as my personality dictates my momming in some instances, can be (and should be) claimed by extrovert moms, …
I didn’t always plan on living a simple life. In fact, if you had known me five years ago, the thought of me moving on out to the country to have chickens and raise goats would have been comical. I collected designer shoes, not eggs. But, there’s no heart that’s too focused on the wrong things for God to transform, …