Saturday mornings were always my favorite time of the week when I was growing up. The rules were a little looser: we could sleep…
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After a whirlwind year of changes, new starts, first times, and reorientation, we’ve reached the last day of school. The kids’ backpacks barely survived,…
On a rare afternoon of one-on-one time with my oldest child, I wanted to balance the work I needed to get done around the…
In my newest post over at That Reformed Blog, I am tackling the difficult topic of teaching children about religious beliefs. More specifically, I…
I don’t pray for my children’s future spouses. Before you think I’m a terrible parent, I hope you’ll hear me out. I don’t pray…
As soon-to-be parents, my husband and I spent a lot of time talking about our parenting ideas. One thing we both agreed on was…
When my husband and I first got married and talked about having children, we both agreed that we would always give honest answers when…
When I was in high school and I would go to community dances, I was pretty sure love was that fluttery feeling you got…
I distinctly remember handing a plastic, toy pony to a small child several years ago. He picked up the pony, looked at it strangely,…