Wednesday, September 17, 2014

We are family

Hello, friends. :)

My cousin recently started blogging. If you are interested in children's ministry and the Orange movement, I suggest you check out her blog. Her name is Leslie and you can find her at

Happy reading!

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Friday, September 12, 2014

Girl Power: Books to inspire your daughter's inner super hero

As a child, I loved fairy tales. In fact, I still do. However, the fairy tales of my youth don't exactly portray the type of role models I'd like my daughter to have. Oh, Prince Charming, please save me from the horrible, mean witch!

I want my daughter to grow up with the knowledge that she can save her own butt if it needs saving. Girls (and boys, for that matter) need the appropriate skills to function in today's society. Working in higher education, you would be surprised at the number of young adults who do not have these skills. They have a sense of entitlement. "So what? I failed that class. I'll just ask the professor for an extension. If I don't get one, Mom will call the president."
Do you have any idea how many times Mommy and Daddy call the president for their child? It's unbelievable. No accountability. This is what parents have been teaching their children. STOP IT!

I don't want to be that parent. I want my daughter to know she doesn't have to let the man save the day. She doesn't have to be a stay-at-home mom and have dinner ready every night (unless she wants to, of course).

When life gets her down, I want her to have the strength to keep pushing through whatever is in her way. I want her to not shut down when she's faced with stressful situations. I want her to have the resilience to bounce back after a fall, and I want her to truly understand that she is the one that is ultimately held accountable for her actions.

So, what do we do as parents? We can start by keeping the fairy tales  of yesteryear to a minimum. We also must practice what we preach. Otherwise, how will they ever learn? And we can read them books with positive role models. Here are a few to inspire your daughter's inner super hero.

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Wednesday, September 10, 2014

After Every Storm Comes a Rainbow

I ran across the following quote this week and it definitely hit home. I often think about "what if" I could go back and change this or change that or make different decisions? Would my first born still be here? Would we have suffered such a loss? In the end, our path led us to our daughter. She is my precious gift from God, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
“I hold my daughter in my arms and thank God for bringing her to me. If the standard route for creating a family had worked for me, I wouldn't have met this child. I needed to know her. I needed to be her mother. I know now why all those events happened. Or didn't happen. So I could meet this little girl. She is, in every way, my daughter. I am carrying my Funny Gift from God and all is good.”
― Nia Vardalos, Instant Mom
P.S. Go read Instant Mom by Nia Vardalos. You won't be disappointed.


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Tuesday, September 02, 2014

Goodbye, Boppy

It was bound to happen, and last night it did. Newton, our shih-tzu, chewed up the last pacifier, also known as "the boppy" in our house. It was a bad night.

At first, Zoey couldn't quite comprehend what happened to her boppy, even though she saw what was left of it. I told her, in my most comforting voice, that Newton ate her boppy, but it would be okay because she was a big girl now and she didn't need it.

It didn't seem to phase her at first, but once it set in, the tears began to flow and flow some more. Then the screams started, and eventually a full blown tantrum. This mama sang baby girl's favorite song for an hour and a half, rocked her, paced the floor with her, wiped her tears and let her cry it out. As if her tears weren't bad enough, I had a massive migraine and every scream was a knife to the side of my head.

When it seemed she was on her last round of tears, I asked if she wanted a cookie. "Yes," she replied. So, I gave her something similar to a peanut butter patty. (Side note: You can get them at the Dollar Store. They're quite delish!) She didn't actually want it; she just wanted something to hold. We then curled up in bed, melted chocolate all over her little hands, and we both fell fast asleep.

I dare anyone to give her another pacifier. If they do, if they so much as even think about it, they will suffer the wrath of this mama! I do not want to go through that again.

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