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“Ma’am that’s not where those go…”
There’s something about motherhood, injury, and running late that creates the perfect storm for problem solving you never signed up for. The boys and I were on your way to OT when I noticed the tire light pop on. Not the dramatic, pull over immediately your tire is exploding kind of light…. but the annoying…
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Fortify and Present: Building a Life While Staying in it
My words for this year are fortify and present. Not in a “new planner, new personality” kind of way. More like a roll-up-your-sleeves, this is real life kind of way. For a long time, I thought building meant moving faster. Bigger goals. Louder yeses. Clear next steps that looked impressive when explained to other people.…
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That’s Who I Praise (Even when I’m burned out)
The boys were in the sunroom doing what boys do best – making a mess that somehow multiples the longer you pretend it doesn’t exist. I was half-working on my computer, half staring at the screen, with worship music playing in the background. Nothing special. Just noise to fill the chaos. If I’m being honest,…
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I’ve entered my granny era.
Not because I’m old.Not because I’ve given up.But because I am tired — and also deeply committed to peace. I’m in my last few years of my 30s, and instead of chasing whatever the internet says I should be doing, I’m over here making jelly like it’s a personality trait. Baking bread because it fixes…
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We Gave Our Kids Memories for Christmas
For Christmas this year, we gave our kids the gift of memories. We decided it felt like the right time to shift away from more material things and lean into more family time — the kind they’ll actually remember. Because let’s be honest…Ask your kids what three things they got last Christmas. I’ll wait.But ask…
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Holding Space for Every Version of Myself
Here’s something I didn’t realize I’d need to learn as an adult: I am not just one version of me. I am a whole collection. Let me explain. There’s the version of me who used to love a color-coded plan and felt very accomplished when everything fit neatly into a box. There’s the version of…
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Let them help *even though it’s slower, messier, and definitely not Pinterest-perfect*
I’ll be honest – letting the boys help in the kitchen is not efficient at all. It’s slower. It’s way messier. Someone ALWAYS touches something they shouldn’t. You prep everything JUST in case…. and then they wander off five minutes later. And somehow – right when you finally start moving at a normal pace –…
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Surgery Update: I Survived, Barely… and My Kids Are Still Alive Too 🎉
So I had surgery last Monday, and we started off strong with… the OR breaking. Yep. The operating room literally said, “Not today, Satan,” and shut down. So we had to relocate hospitals like a medical field trip no one signed up for. Since we had no clue what recovery was going to be like,…
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💜 Parenting in the Parking Lot
Sometimes parenting a neurodivergent kid looks like this—sitting on the curb in the middle of a parking lot, offering quiet support while a storm of big feelings passes. This meltdown hit hard. We’d just left the restaurant, and my son didn’t get the dessert he wanted because he hadn’t eaten his meal. In his world,…
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It’s Not My Time… and That’s Okay
Let’s just get this out of the way— It’s not my time for a clean house. Not my time for perfectly polished nails or relaxing massages. Not my time for laundry that’s folded neatly before it turns into a damp science experiment. But you know what it is my time for? It’s my time for…
Twins Tenders and Teaching 