Walls are hard

The “flour” wasn’t going to cook itself. The girls were happily playing in the living room together and apart, so I decided it was the perfect time to get the tortillas going. Ray calls them flour because they are, well, flour, and we have yet to correct her. I hardly ever keep the baby gate […]

Present in the silence

Sometimes God speaks through the dramatic. In fire, blood, and rolling thunder. Other times he whispers in the wind or wakes a lone boy from his sleep with a soft calling. For me over these last few months, all I’ve heard is deafening silence. We’ve done everything for our children to go back to their […]

Discovering Christopher Robin

“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” A.A. Milne “Pooh! Pooh! Pooh! Pooh!” sings Ray in some semblance of rhythm with the Winnie the Pooh song, and with just the right amount of “puff” sandwiching the name. She’s learned what thinking looks like: elbow resting on your hand, fingers […]

Parenting myself

Thanks to a chalkboard wall, a Pout Pout Fish letters book, and the eager mind behind Ray’s sparkly eyes, I started homeschooling last year. If I’m honest, I started well before her third birthday was in sight because I was bored. The hot days drag without any sort of structure to them. We had routine, […]

The blessing and curse of anticipation

I realized a few days ago that I’ve totally lost the ability to wholeheartedly look forward to something; to abandon myself to the anticipation, allowing it to permeate every aspect of my being. Perhaps I’m the only one, or perhaps that’s one of the many things we all lose when we become adults. I’m not […]