difference

The Difference: Wishing, Praying, and Believing

The Difference: Wishing, Praying, and Believing There is a difference between wishing, praying and believing.  For years I somehow bundled these things. Only recently have I categorized them as separate and the difference is stark.   At our house, school started this week.   And it was a hard week.  The biggest difference between meet the teacher night 19 years ago and last Tuesday is, I am old.  Nineteen years ago we took my now 24-year-old daughter to meet Mrs. Cox. …

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Mom Boss: Effective Advocacy

It is safe to assume if you are reading this, you are a curious amom.  The title “mom,” rarely doesn’t have some descriptive attached to it. Soccer, bad, good, working, stay-at-home, world’s best, foster, adoptive, step, certainly I have left off a few, but you get the gist.   Mom is a mixed bag of love, reward, joy, pain, and sleeplessness.  It is only fair I warn you spring chicken moms, yes, newborns are hard.  The terrible twos were invented by …

Daughters for Sale: Raising Our Girls Without a Price Tag

Daughters for Sale: Raising Our Girls Without a Price Tag The blow-ups between my husband and me about money are few and far between.  On Thursday we will celebrate our 27th wedding anniversary. I am happy to report that we are still in love.  Some days we are only in like with each other, other days we are ga-ga, like a sappy rom-com. However, today was not one of those days.  We had ourselves a little tiff, that turned into …

Be still by Jami Amerine

What You Don’t Get to Decide for Your Children

What You Don’t Get to Decide for Your Children Blood poured from his soaking nose and chin.  My insides lurched.  You know the feeling when you see one of your children physically hurt? It is a primal ache. The words, “I told you so,” caught in my throat. I did in fact tell him so.  Just moments before I had advised my seven-year-old son, Sam, and his five-year-old brother, Charlie, not to cannonball into the pool, holding a three-gallon metal …

the art of worry
Parenting

The Art of Worry: A Mommy Chronicle

The Art of Worry: A Mommy Chronicle I worry about writing this post. It is 3:24 am and I wide awake, heart pounding, throat tight, rear end in agony.  Yes, I will clarify.  The first two symptoms are because of worry, the last is the result of a nasty fall yesterday afternoon. I was not built for falling. In authentic Jami fashion, I decided to move my desk closer to the window, by myself.  While pulling the enormous oak structure, …

Grow up
Parenting

What to be When You Grow Up

What to be When You Grow Up Yesterday at our two youngest sons’ school, it was “Dress-Up As Who You Want to be When You Grow Up” day. Red Ribbon Week is killer.  I had curated 10 outfits that coincide with the day’s apparel. Actually, I am pretty impressed with myself.  Not only was I fully cognizant of the week’s events, but I am also fully prepared. Today they are going to school in their pajamas. I am best at …