Help & Encouragement for Busy Moms
9 years old. The last year of single digits. Nine years with the one who made me a ‘boy mom.’ For him, I’ve learned to hold frogs without a squeal, to stand over a dead snake with curiosity, to throw a football and catch a baseball. It’s truly the greatest job I never knew I would love.
Boy mom isn’t a title I thought I would be good at… but I just love the being a boy mom. I’m not sure if it’s just my boy, or if 8(almost 9) is a really wonderful age. I have to laugh at the things I find in his pockets (and in the laundry). Little pieces of wire, screws, bottle caps… any thing that might come in handy at some
I remember, as a girl, how much I loved to watch Star Wars with my Dad. This year, the tradition continued as my Dad introduced Star Wars to my son. If you are following our family situation, you can probably imagine how extra glad I am that Michael has my Dad for creating similar traditions and memories. When I told Michael that he got to be one of the first people to eat a
Last Christmas, Michael’s big present was an airsoft gun. The plan was that he would shoot it Christmas week supervised, and then earn the ability to shoot it independently in the backyard. But, the gun ended up being too hard for him to rack. He would only be able to shoot it, until he grew, when his Dad was available to shoot with him. He shot his gun two afternoons that
I think of Easter as a time of new life and new beginnings. During Lent’s 40 days I try to focus on Christ in a purposeful way, whether it is simply studying a topic in-depth, spending a set block of time in prayer/Bible Study, or giving up a bad habit. This often means that by Easter morning I have new perspective on my life and goals. This year, when Lent arrived my head was
I asked him to change his clothes this morning and he points at what he is already wearing …”when did you put those on?” He answers, “Yesterday morning…” He comes out of the bathroom and I say, “Did you wash your hands?” (yes Mommy) With soap? (shrugs shoulders and grins) It’s not washing without soap!” Sheepishly, he turns around and heads back into the bathroom. He plays outside and
After so many years of saying, “the girls” it is so wonderful to say “the boys!” While Michael was, at first, nervous about the possibility of a baby brother usurping his status, he is very excited about having another boy in the house. He is also getting excited about a future wrestling partner and a friend who won’t be grossed out by bugs and dirt. And a sibling to share his
Rob surprised us by allowing Michael to cut his hair in a fohawk. The agreement is that it is temporary, only for football season or a few games. This morning, before the game, I painted Michael’s fohawk blue with temporary dye. And Rob reminded him of their agreement that only good players wear fohawks…keeping the haircut required a touchdown or getting a bunch of flags today. Well, Michael kept up
This morning I rolled out of bed at the horrible time of 6:45am, right as Rob walked in from a night at work, to get to Michael’s first football game. As we pulled sleeping, grumpy kids from their beds and threw clothes on them, Rob said, “This is crazy! Why would they plan little kids games so early?!” Then we had to laugh, because it probably didn’t seem so awful to
