Tag: Mom Life
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Wounds, Laps and Mothering
During prayer this morning, I was reading a blog post from Father John Riccardo which included an excerpt from The Weight of Glory. It talks about how heavenly glory is really about being childlike and feeling glorious because of the way your Heavenly Father dotes on you. At least that was my takeaway. It made…
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Happy Humility
“Whoever exalts himself will be humbled; but whoever humbles himself will be exalted.” Matthew 23:12 “So humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that he may exalt you in due time. Cast all your worries upon him because he cares for you.” 1 Peter 6-7 I often hear this verse and think of narcissists…
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Because She Said So
If you are a mom, chances are that you have uttered the phrase, “Because I said so” in response to your children asking why they have to do something you’ve told them to do. Turn off the TV. Why? Because I said so. Get off your screens. Why? Because I said so. Clean your room.…
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Cooking Up Faith Series: Family Recipes, Family Prayers
I have already mentioned one of several family recipes passed down through my family—some odder than others. Among our favorites are my dad’s grandmom, Nanny Rayer’s, meatballs and sauce and my mom’s grandmom Avery’s blueberry muffins. The recipes are considered sacred in a way. Are these Nanny’s meatballs? Are there great grandmom’s muffins? If the…
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Change Your Tune, Not Your Tone
The one place I still struggle with my bilateral cochlear implants is with music; I cannot tell if I am singing in key with others. This weakness came up in conversation recently, but my husband gently verified that I do in fact sing off key. A few days later I was saying prayers with my…
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This Life is Like a Road Trip
As we pulled up to the traffic light of the main road in our hometown after a 16-day whirlwind road trip of visits TN-PA-NY-NJ-PA-TN, I hadn’t been paying close attention to how close we were to home. Nothing compares to knowing you are close to home, that familiar bed, not having to live out of…
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What Are You Hiding?
When I went to clean my sons’ bathroom the other day, I discovered an absurd amount of toothpaste smeared and crusted to both the floor and the underside of their rug. Needless to say, I was not delighted by this discovery. After explaining to the boys that this would’ve been much easier to clean up…
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Under Pressure
The Tuesday after Memorial Day weekend had my internal barometer reeling. I am an introvert. The need to recharge after a great amount of social interaction is real. May was very full, from First Communion parties to 5th grade promotion activities to weddings to end of school activities. It was like a pressure cooker, letting…
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Trusting When It Comes To Trimming
My daughter specifically requested I write a post about her since the boys and their boxes in the bathroom made headlines. I spent some time thinking about her and the variety of ways I could write about her: she is very curious and asks a lot of questions, she is very interested in other cultures…
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Maintaining Mudrooms and Preserving Prayer
I don’t know if you have a mudroom at your house, but ours is the last place you pass through before leaving for the day and the first stop when you get home for the day. It’s the place shoes and socks are stored, coolers, beach and pool bags, hats, sports equipment, umbrellas and more.…
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Overflowing Trash Cans and Regret
Too-big boxes lazily shoved into their tiny bathroom trashcan, that’s what I spotted when I walked in my boys’ bedroom bathroom. My inner organizer immediately wanted to grab those boxes out of the trash and take them down to the recycle bin, but instead, I resisted and left them there. The boys would remove those…
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The Day After Death
This morning I was sitting in a different place for my prayers and as a result went to the Laudate app to pray my rosary instead of using my beads. The Joyful mysteries popped up and even though I know Saturdays are normally for the Joyful mysteries, I felt a kind of resistance to praying…
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The Expectation of Perfection That We Think Is For Our Comfort*
Life would be so much easier if it happened just as we want it to. A couple of days ago I straightened up the downstairs of our rental house. The house is a little cramped because we have more furniture than the house can hold. The place never feels clean, but I have at least…