From the back seat, “Is Jesus more important at Christmas?”  Oh, my, teach me patience during the holidays.  There are still twenty eight...

Yesterday while shopping, my daughter saw an awful princess chair.  It was plastic and gaudy and ugly.  To her it was a dream.  She had...

And then today, as I stood blow drying my hair, innocently unaware that my daughter had popped into my bathroom, I felt a tap on my leg....

Now, last night we went camping for only the second time in her short life. She loved it. From running around with sticks to toasting...

This week my son has been going to a science day camp at our Nature and Science Museum. Every day, my daughter and I drop him off with...

I watch them in the morning, glued to the television, laughing along with the antics of a rambunctious monkey, following the time...

Before I can shut my eyes and fully retreat, there is a tug on my arm, “Mom, remember when we had popsicles, just the other day.” And...

When we tell a child they should be better, be different, be our expectation of them, we are changing them, inhibiting them. When we...

Grown ups must speak from outside, pass through snacks, crawl down low to whisper love. It’s not that grown ups aren’t allowed, in fact...

My husband made a giraffe growth chart for the kids before our son was even a year old. I looked at it expectantly, knowing that someday...

My daughter, too, has grown. Her legs stretch a little farther down the length of the bed. I see a small foot poking out over the side....

Not the light and fluffy dance she usually performs. Not cotton candy or just baked meringue. This was something else. It came from...

Princesses are everywhere you go these days. I didn’t begin noticing this particular phenomenon until my daughter turned three. Before...

Mornings in our house present a special challenge for me. Sure, there’s the usual battle to get teeth brushed or making sure breakfast...