A mama poem at midnight

They burst forth with the sun, rarely pausing, save to savour a snack or gulp breaths after racing ’round corners and up stairs, and I can’t keep up, can’t stay on top of laundry mountains, can’t slow down these moments. These nose touch, sword fighting, sticky hand holding, pitch black snuggle, full-face giggle, silly dancing, … More A mama poem at midnight

someone you raise

  Here’s a free printable, fellow parents/parents-to-be! Hopefully it inspires you in your day-to-day, the way it has for me. (I doodled it on a piece of paper last week and have it stuck to my fridge, as a reminder of why I do what I do as a mom.) In Him, Christie

reclaiming my joy

“Comparison is the stealer of joy.” Is it just me, or do all mothers (even the well intentioned ones) compare their kids with others? One of my good mommy friends has a son who was born a day before TheBoy. Needless to say, I spent a lot of my first year as a mom comparing … More reclaiming my joy