I’m looking forward to celebrating Mother’s Day this weekend. If my husband has taken my many cues, he will have worked with the kids to craft some kind of memorable gift, probably involving a handprint or leaf. With any luck, he will also inform me that I can sleep in as long as I want while he takes care of the kids. With more luck, he’ll tell me I get to sleep in two mornings. (Emphasis added for Bryan’s benefit. He reads all my posts. Indirect spouse communication is a fringe benefit of having a blog.)
Mother’s Day is a great opportunity to reflect on what you would like to be celebrated for. Right now, my kids are young enough that they are celebrating me because I simply exist as their mother. Over time, they will hopefully grow to appreciate me for more than peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Extending the time horizon even further, I was reflecting on this question today:
What do I hope my kids will say about me at my funeral someday?Continue reading


Last Sunday, we got home from a nice morning at church, and then all “hell” broke loose.
This is my fourth post in a series called “
Hell is probably not at the top of your list of things to talk about with your kids.
I have been sick for two weeks. It’s just a common cold, but it won’t seem to go away. During that time, my typical faith “activities,” such as prayer and Bible study, have fallen by the wayside. Even though it’s due to my current preoccupation with extra sleep and blowing my nose (rather than any kind of faith crisis), I’m amazed at how fast I can get spiritually “out of shape.” I realized it this morning in the shower.
I started teaching my twins the alphabet when they turned two. Yes, I know that is a bit extreme. But, truth be told, I was a little bored with “non-productive” play time and wanted to do something even marginally goal-oriented with them. By the time they were two and a half, they both knew all their letters. (I’m both embarrassed and proud to say that my daughter could also name every state on the map at that age.) I have since slowed way down with the learning curve, but still spend a couple of afternoons per week teaching them “early preschool” lessons (they are now three).
(This is the first in what will be an ongoing series of “Can You Answer” questions on my blog. I hope to challenge us all to be prepared to articulate answers to very specific faith questions our kids may ask or that we should proactively pose.) 
After writing in my last post about managing your kids’ expectations when teaching them to listen to God, I realized how little most of us knew what to expect on any faith matter when we became a Christian.
A couple of years ago, my husband and I became involved with a ministry to feed homeless people. We were considering different directions for the ministry’s future and the leader at the time came to our house for discussion. Preparing for this meeting, I made flowcharts and drafted some financial models. When the leader arrived, however, he asked if we could pray and just listen to what God had to tell each of us.
This is the third and final post highlighting the findings from the