My Faith Grew with my Children

My faith didn’t start growing until my children did. I didn’t sing hymns to my first baby while he was in my belly. I didn’t have a ready-made list of Bible verses I couldn’t wait to teach him. The only Bible I had was the small pocket-sized one someone gave me, which was lost in…

I Kept My Baby

I kept my baby. Even though I was sixteen, even though I didn’t know how I would, I kept my baby. Even when everyone told me “kids shouldn’t have kids” or that I’d “ruin my life”, I kept my baby. I knew some would think I slept around, that I was promiscuous. I knew that…

The Life of a Railroad Wife

Tonight, I scraped every bit of beef tips and rice into a Tupperware container. Why didn’t I just start supper sooner?  I beat myself up for not knowing the things I couldn’t have known and for not controlling the things I couldn’t control. It’s only 6 p.m. but I could’ve had this done at 5….

Let Me Tell You a Story about a Teen Mom

Let me tell you a story about a teen mom. She’d never so much as changed a diaper. Her senior classmates would ask to touch her growing belly. She packed a coming-home outfit in a hospital bag and painted her fingernails blue. With polkadots. She wore a hospital gown before her cap & gown and…

When Your Kid Misses the Play, Be Proud Anyway

My kid didn’t hit the homerun today. This time, my kid was the one who let the ball roll right between his legs with bases loaded in the last inning of the last game of the season. My kid missed a play that we practiced a hundred times the day before and when it happened,…

My Kids Weren’t Planned

I had my first son at seventeen. You can probably assume this pregnancy wasn’t the result of ovulation-tracking and intense planning. You can most likely gather this pregnancy may have been an oops, a surprise, a shocker. Something you may not have guessed? My second pregnancy, five years and a marriage later, was a surprise,…

Dear Young Mama

Dear young mama, I know this is scary. I know this isn’t where you thought you’d be— holding two heartbeats so young. struggling to see the potential of a life with a little one. Mama, did you know that there are 2 million in this country waiting to adopt? Placing a child lovingly into these…

I’m the Extreme One in my Marriage

Sometimes I just want my husband to fight with me. Not like the boxing gloves kind of fight; I just want him to get on my level of petty when we’re arguing. I want him to yell back. I want him to say anything so that I can say everything I have yet to say….

Stop Telling Me “It Must Be Nice”

It’s not just a mom thing and it’s not just women; it’s an ugly part of this human condition. We’re taught to always be in constant competition.