Not Yet a Man
I know these pains and pangs of growing up are not red flags but rites of passage. Knowing it and living through it are two different things.
Becoming Wallpaper
I am a beginning for my kids, but I was never meant to be the end. I am a jumping off point, a place to come back to, and an observer of all within my view.
Admiring a Masterpiece
Our kids ought to know that they fill us with wonder and awe. They ought to know that they truly are God’s gift—not to the world, but to us, their parents.
Parenting The Kids Who Are Not Like You
To put it simply, it is my privilege to parent her well even when, even though, it may not come easily to me.
No More Beating Around the Bush
I felt the realness of my connection with my girl when I sat down to read to my kids that night before bed. Intimacy begets intimacy—what a profound principle to remember.
A Long String of Firsts
Isn’t that, after all, what childhood really is? A marathon string of firsts tied together over years and years as our kids grow and encounter an ever more adult world?
What A Boy Needs From Mom
To respect our boys—to admire them, be proud of them, esteem them for who they are and how they think and what makes them unique and stunning and brave and wise—this is a need stemming from the deepest parts of their souls.
Course Correction
Daring to be vulnerable, daring to love and ask others to love us, these are not undertakings for the faint of heart. Do them anyway.
Tell the Children
Dispensing lessons to our kids about adult issues before they are mature enough to absorb them does not help them, it confuses them. It scares them.