I recently appalled myself by my attempts to get in shape. I have been using the excuse of being pregnant for, well, about 4 years now and at some point probably before my youngest graduates from high school, I need to stop using that excuse. I went to Crossfit after much prodding from my husband.… Continue reading repenting of immaturity
This is the scene. I’ll bet a lot of you have been in it. Mom, sitting at the dining room table. Hot coffee. Laptop. Scrolling mindlessly through FB and mildly amusing herself. Kids, aged 5 1/2 and 2-months-shy-of-4, screaming at each other in the living room. Mom, still sitting at table: Girls! What are you… Continue reading parenting from another room and other disasters of our age
There’s nothing quite like having the flu to remind you just how weak and helpless you can feel. The past couple of weeks have been rough on the Wootton household, but it all reminds me of how things feel absolutely awful for what feels like forever at the time, and then everything changes. And vice… Continue reading from a long way off… praying for prodigals
The best part about having a teen, hands down, is watching him grow up and mature. It has been an honor to see his transformation into a responsible, caring, intelligent, sweet, loving young man who takes care of others (like his baby sisters) and is a helpful, delightful person to hang out with. It doesn’t happen overnight. Fo sho. But it does happen with thoughtful dialogue, respectful disagreements, humbling challenges, and a renewed sense of self and purpose in this world.
I’ve always had this general notion that parenting is hard work. I’ve known this all along, so it isn’t a huge shock by any means to find myself overwhelmed from time to time. I often tell people who ask that I turned 40 and 5 days later had my first baby. I waited for a… Continue reading my life is filled with poop and tears