The Beginning of the Letting Go
I’ve had my heart ripped out of me this week. Ripped out, thrown on the floor, stomped on.
There’s no way around it.
This motherhood thing? It’s rough, people.
I’ve had my heart ripped out of me this week. Ripped out, thrown on the floor, stomped on.
There’s no way around it.
This motherhood thing? It’s rough, people.
Last week, a friend of mine shared a meme. It depicted an old man in front of a bingo board. Above him was a picture of a weather radar showing twin hurricanes hurtling across the Gulf of Mexico. “Who had double hurricanes on their 2020 Bingo card?” the caption read. Twenty-twenty has certainly felt like…
My oldest daughter recently professed that she believes Jesus is her personal savior, that he died on the cross for the forgiveness of her sins, and that she wants to follow him for the rest of her life. To my cautious mother-mind, this was big stuff. I made a point of bringing up the subject…
My aunt Jill likes to tell the following story. When her oldest son was beginning his freshman year at one of the largest universities in the Midwest, they packed up the family minivan and sent him off alone on the morning of move-in day. She and her husband followed a short time later. By the time…
My husband’s father came to the U.S. from the Netherlands when he was four. His parents settled in West Michigan, long known for its heavy population of Dutch immigrants and their descendants. When I moved to Grand Rapids, I noticed every name seemed to begin with “Van Der” or end with “-ema.” When E and…
Strategies for Balancing a Full-Time Job and Homeschooling A colleague instant messaged me from her newly established home office this week. “Are you laughing at all of us trying to get adjusted to working at home?” she quipped. She has two kids who are at home with her because of school closures. I chuckled, but…
I like business trips, in theory. What I mean by that is that I like the idea of them. I like them until they’re actually happening. And then, when I’m in the car or on the train or boarding the plane, I want nothing more than to be back at home. I actually tend to…
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I think it always feel like this … it’s why that love is so amazing.
Indeed, Wendi! Indeed! 🙂