raising boys

Real men were once young boys like you. And somewhere along the way, they chose to grow up. That same choice, my son, will be up to you too…

One evening not too long ago before bedtime, my oldest son John expressed to me that a friend at his school was struggling. “Mom, he said that he thinks God hates him while we were on the playground.”

Dear John Samuel, I consider my role as your Momma and the time I have on this earth to raise you a serious responsibility and privilege to which I will be held accountable to God. Every day I get to spend with you reading books, playing in the yard, cuddling on the couch, nourishing your belly…

Dear John, On Friday you turned one! The sun was shining and the fall air was crisp just like on the Thursday morning you were born. Your first breath of life changed your Daddy and I forever.  Your eyes were wide awake when you arrived and you even grabbed Daddy’s …

On the days I’m at work, Jeremiah and John get to have “Daddy day-care” together. When daddy’s present, John gets thrown high up in the air, gut laughs after daddy blows on his belly and tickles his armpits and feet over and over again, and loves looking up at the …