Oh, the problem with pride. It never looks good on anyone. It’s often propelled by feelings of inadequacy. And it’s the fastest way to get me to do something: Tell me I can’t do something. Because pride, propelled by inadequacy, always has something to prove. Drew recently told me I can’t be push-mowing the lawn at 35 weeks pregnant….
Remember.
What is it about those unbridled emotions and thoughts? They don’t align with truth, yet they’re convincingly realistic. They come at you when you’re sleepless or by yourself at night. They creep in when you’re weary from battle. They persuade you with logic, usually wrapped in lies. They never extend the benefit of the doubt. They are why we so desperately…
My self-help success story.
You know all the mushy, feel-good, self-help anecdotes that incessantly float around social media? The ones that call you to an ideal standard of effortlessly perfect parenting, wife-ing, friending, or whatever other life role fits you. The beautiful stories of flawless moms who have reared angelic beings. The personal testimonies that promise you can have it all if you just adopt…
Burn those dinners more often.
It was only last fall that I told of my chicken bones catastrophe. Whether it was the Sahara Desert rice or the whole chicken breast(s) that ultimately clogged the kitchen drain is debatable. But now that I’m over half a year older and wiser, I can humbly trumpet what I’ve learned: Brown-bottom chicken leads to lots of brown-bottom leftovers [and frowns]. Lots of brown-bottom leftovers lead…
Sunday is here.
As Holy Week is upon us, I’ve looked around and taken stock of many hurting hearts. So many are limping along, tethered by some very grave disappointments. If you can’t put your finger on a loss you’ve personally felt, I suspect you can get your hands around a loss somebody dear to you has experienced. And if you’re fortunate enough…
Extremely anonymous Q. & A. for moms.
As you know by now, I’m very likely the world’s best mom. Being the trophy parent I am, although I’m wildly busy being an attentive, sensitive, and crafty mother, it’s only right that I give of myself to help you navigate your difficult parenting journey. Consequently, I’m fielding a Q. & A., where mothers anonymously submit problematic parenting scenarios to me for my sage counsel….
The new thing.
Hey, weary traveler. I’m concerned you’re consumed with hurt and pain and fear and disappointment from your past. So consumed that you risk missing the new thing God is doing right before you. But it’s time. It’s time to forget the former things. The bad decision. The pain. The broken relationship. The failure. The disappointment. The why. The sorrow from watching someone you love…
Position yourself.
You’re in the wilderness. A battle is raging. You’re wondering if you can keep fighting. The effort a victory mandates feels untenable. It’s time. It’s time to face the wilderness head on. But not in the way you expect. Because this battle is not yours. And you will not need to fight. You have but one assignment:…
Confessions of a misfit mom.
Tell me I’m not alone in my incessant string of mom fails. Tell me. TELL ME. Like the sterling silver fork we found in my toddler’s onesie when he awoke one morning. This fork spent all night smuggled in the pant leg of my son’s fleece footie pajamas. Or the recent time at the zoo,…
Paige Pippin 