The cold water runs over my hands, taking an eternity to heat up. But I don’t’ mind, after all it’s Friday night and I have a front row seat to the most beautiful gig in town. My family. I watch them as if in a dream, whirling and twirling around me- the girls in their oversized princess… Continue reading At my Kitchen Sink
As a parent, so much happens in a twenty four hour period. It tends to be a mysteriously hectic yet wonderful conglomeration of fleeting moments; some of which you very much want to forget and others you want to always remember. But boy, how those beautiful moments with our young children far outweigh the challenging… Continue reading Fireflies
15 seconds. You were out of our sight for only 15 seconds. That’s all it took. Then you were gone. Even today when there were four of us adults. A day where, for once, the little cubs were outnumbered by their protective mama bear and her lovingly fierce counterparts, still it happened. The busy shopping… Continue reading Mama Bears
You might be wondering, what’s the big deal?…(when it comes to setting up a reward/behaviour/chores or routine style chart system in your home). But I’m here to convince you that it’s actually a good thing to consider implementing if you’re not already. Done well, these kinds of charts and systems can set a tone of… Continue reading Charts, Chores and Chocolate
We went for a jog to the park, just the two of us. I pushed her in the pram and tried not to sound too out of shape as the wind blew her sweet voice back to my ears bringing with it many obvious yet somehow profound questions. Her blonde hair glowed in the late… Continue reading Sticks and Stones
When it’s been raining for days with no end in sight and you start to wonder if the sun even exists…we need Your hope, a break in the clouds to remind us You’re still there. When loss comes knocking on our door, with heartbreak following closely behind, unwelcome visitors that inescapably threaten to alter our… Continue reading A Valley Prayer
It means spontaneous midnight parties. It means trading my sleep-ins for sweet, blurry eyed cuddles while the sun rises. It means I’m the boo-boo kisser, tear catcher and under-the-bed-monster chaser. It means I make a fool of myself trying to turn frowns into giggles. It means dull moments are few and far between. It means… Continue reading What does being a mom mean to me?