Am I making a difference? Do they appreciate it? Am I doing a good job? Does anything I do matter? Truth is, we go through the season of parenting never really knowing the answers to any of these kinds of questions, because the answers aren’t with us. They’re with our children.
I was sick of the eating disorder that tormented our oldest daughter, the smell of vomit in our bathroom, the arguments my husband and I had about where to hide the food so Jenny wouldn’t devour it on her night binges.
We’ve had some great articles throughout our years of publishing. Most of them are still there… alone in a corner… waiting patiently to be visited again. Here are the most shared from 2017. Go on and give them some love.
When we encounter someone else’s story and our focus is on our response, then we’re just awkwardly going to botch the brush with rawness by either trying to escape connection to it or by feeling to obligated to be a part of the rescue.
I hate dementia. When I saw it developing in both of my parents, it was hard to see these beautiful, loving people incapacitated by the changes in their minds.
We are all wired to want happiness, love, and significance. We all want our hearts to soar for something.