When I heard Fats Domino died, I was immediately reminded that our daughter Erica and a group of college peers had worked on repairing his house after Hurricane Katrina. Their photo appeared in newspapers around the country, and thanks to the Associated Press, I was able to find it quickly online. The special opportunity my … Continue reading From My Journal: The Quest to Raise Good Kids
Today is the last first day of school in America. By the end of the week, most moms will have resigned themselves to the bittersweet rhythms of another school year. On one hand, it's great to have the children back into a routine. On the other hand, peace often fades as school year demands settle … Continue reading School In. Peace Out.
If you feel like being a mother is the hardest job on the planet, you’re right. The small daily burdens and emergencies that come with nurturing human life make mothering hard, but so do two other realities you may not have considered before. Today, we'll address #1: YOUTH Many women become moms in their late … Continue reading Two Things that Make Mothering Hard
Have you ever stopped to think that your snotty-nosed toddler will be a mom or dad someday? Your daughter is going to be a mommy, an employee, or a wife. Your son is going to be somebody's husband, colleague, or neighbor. It's hard to imagine, I know. When our children are little, we focus on the immediate toddler milestones like walking and potty training. But we … Continue reading Every Mom Needs a Vision
Every great team circles up for a pep talk and families are no different. If we want to raise children who understand and embody what we value, we have to set aside time to talk about those values consistently. Like good coaches, we need to offer guidance, correction, and inspiration so the family team feels … Continue reading The Family Huddle: Where Toddler Training Begins
I sat behind a woman at church recently whose sweater was inside out. It was a striped hip-length cardigan. Kinda wrinkled, but cute. When I noticed that glaring white tag announcing the haste with which she dressed that morning, my first thought was to tap her on the shoulder and let her know. Then I caught myself, "Don't be … Continue reading Tag on the Outside. Peace on the Inside