In the midst of being a mom of seven, the revelations are exhausting, parents heed the warning. At 3:30 a.m. I received a text from a college-baby. Actually, four texts, one I may have slept through. College-Baby: I slipped and fell at work and landed on my butt. College-Baby: I can’t sleep it hurts soRead More
.I pray that I might boldly profess, that no matter how badly I mess up the message, checking the wrong box, too long of a tweet, or fatigue induced grammatical errors, all will know my heart belongs to Jesus Christ. And also that James Dobson doesn’t think I am an icky internet creep.
It was an ugly cry; nostrils flaring; with an occasional snort/hiccup/whimper/wail. On my white blouse, there were traces of snot and black tears. I knew full well, this meant mascara was streaming down my cheeks and that I looked – dreadful. This made sense because this how I felt, dreadful. And vain as I am,Read More
Dear Sophia Rose, One year ago today, you woke up looking like you were headed to audition for a Monistat commercial. I couldn’t tell you then what I can tell you today. Today, you are fourteen. Fourteen will be easier than thirteen. Thirteen is an unwelcoming number. It is the dawning of a new age.Read More
Tomorrow morning my family and I will wake bright and early to go to Disney World. “The Magic Kingdom.” My dad gave my mom the gift of a family trip with all her grandchildren, for Christmas. My husband and our oldest son weren’t able to make it. John, started EMT school and didn’t feel likeRead More
I wish I was a better mother. Truly. I don’t say this so you’ll say…”Oh, you’re so great.” In so many ways I am just not that grand. For starters, I am a yeller. One time, in a counseling session (whatever if you don’t go to counseling bravo for you and yours) a kid said,Read More
I shouldn’t get shocked. I shouldn’t get caught off guard. Alas, I am constantly shocked and further caught off guard. I am old. Well, maybe not old, but I am older than most of the mommies dropping off two youngsters at Mother’s Day Out. Our two youngest sons, “brothers from other mothers,” are 4Read More
My name is Jami and I am addicted to motherhood. I readily admit this is an illness. I can’t get enough. And frankly, I am really tired. But, I figure if this is my vocation, by American standards, I have 22 years before I retire. My husband might object. And in spite of theRead More
Happy Saturday! We are still in clean up mode from being sick. SO PLEASE REMEMBER TO STAY HOME IF YOU ARE ILL!!!! We don’t need to see you anytime soon! The laundry is calling me! If you missed the vomit non-sense I am reposting it here! May your floors be sticky and your calling ordained.Read More
You’re funny. And talented. But as I sit in this dance recital I am holding a foster baby that is in our home for the weekend and I am witnessing an American atrocity that I want you to remember.
And it is not a drug addicted baby.
I am old. This is what the new batch of our babies have to look forward to. They have an old mom. And she’s way behind the times. They will to go school with kids that were birthed into swimming pools… In their living rooms! Am I new? I am just hearing about this. I saw the Duggars doing “natural” deliveries in a bath tub..
“Excuse me?” I ask. “Are you just a mom? Or do you work outside the home?” The stranger inquired. “Um.” I truly wish I was more confrontational at this point. I manage to spatter out, “I am just a mom….” Given the opportunity to do it over again I might say something like this: Yes,Read More