With each passing moment, my panic began to rise. I tried hard to keep my composure and stifle the complete “momma freakout” I could feel bubbling up inside of me. I was with my family at the Mall of America in Minneapolis. My teenage daughter and I had conquered the queen of all shopping experiences. We’d…
Motherhood is difficult. So is marriage. And life, in general, actually. So we say that a little silliness goes a long way. Deep, serious, soul-bearing discussions deepen relationships. But we’d like to offer that nonsensical discussions about our neurotic habits can go a long way, too. So, when we read Susan of This Happy Mom‘s post…
For us, community started on a set of hot bleachers in South Florida 2007. I (Melinda) will never forget showing up for my son’s first baseball practice and discovering the coach had quit before the season started. As the moms stood around trying to figure out what to do, one of the dads agreed to…
{Melinda} I didn’t know what I needed. I just knew I was in need. At midnight, in a lonely hospital waiting room, we received the news: our son, Micah, had cystic fibrosis. Our pediatrician (Kathy’s husband) told us to go home and prepare to travel to a specialty hospital almost two hours away. Even today,…
