I was getting ready to pull out of my parking space. It had been a trying few minutes with my kids in tow. My daughter had spit up on me for the third time that hour and my son was being three in the presence of adults, and although I knew they all understood, the embarrassment was still present.

As I put the car in reverse, I looked behind me and caught such a beautiful sight. My son, with his beautiful life-filled eyes, looked at me from his car seat and stretched out his arms. His smile silently asked me a question. I hesitated, but just for a moment, and decided his request was so worth it.

So I put the car in park, opened the door and went around to where my sweet boy sat buckled in and gave him the hug he so desired from his mommy.

I don’t always stop. I don’t always take the time. But I’m glad I did today.

Dom arms reached out

Steady Me

Yesterday I spent an hour holding both of my children.


My three year old was having a moment that was lasting an eternity and my almost one year old was not interested in tummy time. And so I would hold one, while the other cried and then put him down and pick her up only to change the pitch of the tears. There were a few moments where I successfully held both (although Dom was not very happy about it and tried to push Charlee out of my lap).

This scene took place after a most amazing day at work. I checked EVERYTHING off of my To Do List, had some amazing conversations, a few productive meetings. Just a good day. And then this.

It was like  walking on cloud nine only to lose my footing and fall flat on my face.

There’s a very popular song around lately by the group Hillsong United called Oceans. I think most would agree that the chorus is the part with which most people resonate:

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior

It’s an inspiring set of words. Going to a place in our walk with the Lord where we’ve never been before.  Trust without borders? Awesomeness.

I love adventures. Change is awesome to me. Transitions are pretty cool. Means something new is on the horizon. But adventures, changes, transitions also have dips and valleys.

 It was yesterday, as I had this amazing song on replay, that I heard a line in the song that I had not connected with before:

You’ve never failed and You won’t start now

I forget that valleys often precede mountains. And those high times can have an unsuspecting drop off. But one thing remains the same regardless of the height of my life’s tide:

Deuteronomy 31:6 (NLV) says:

So be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid and do not panic before them. For the LORD your God will personally go ahead of you. He will neither fail you nor abandon you.”

He won’t leave me. Even when I feel alone. Even when the tears come and it feels like I’ve been abandoned. He’s still there holding me as I held my children with tears streaming down in the middle of an emotional moment.

He has never let me down. And he won’t start now.

Tuesday Tips and Tricks #3 Sock Duty

I have a two and half year old little boy. He loves to be into anything I am doing. I mean anything. If I am in the kitchen cooking dinner, he wants to be in there with me tinkering with something in the kitchen. If I’m in the bathroom, he’s sitting on my stool digging through the drawers of my vanity.

He has a really fun play room filled with toys and yet he’d rather be with me wherever I’m at. Look at this thing! Wouldn’t you rather be playing in here than cleaning house? He just doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.


Don’t get me wrong. I’m feeling the love, but sometimes I need to get things done that won’t turn around and get destroyed a minute later by my adventurous toddler.

{Cue the laundry pile I’m working on folding}

mountain of laundry

I know you’ve all been there. As quickly as you’re getting the clothes folded, your toddler is unfolding them just as fast. It can get pretty challenging to get a load of clothes knocked out. Like. Ever.

Last time I did a load, my son was wanting to help. So I put him on sock duty.

Sock duty?” you say. “What exactly is sock duty?”

I am so glad you asked. This is what I do. I match a pair of socks in the living room and I send my son off to put them away.  He runs off to his appointed task and I have about 1 minute 42 seconds before he returns shouting, “I did it mommy! I put the socks away!”

I congratulate him and send him off with another pair. “Put these in mommy’s drawer,” I will say. And again, he bounds off with socks in hand to accomplish his task.

At this rate I am able to accomplish my folding a little faster than with my toddler underfoot.  And! None of the clothes were dismantled in the process!

Now. I know what your thinking. My child doesn’t know where my socks go. My child wouldn’t put them in the right drawer. Neither does my little boy most of the time. But from where I’m standing, I would rather reorganize the socks than re-fold the same load of laundry 10.2 billion times {slightly exaggerated}.

putting socks away

Give it a try and let me know how it works out for you. I’d love to hear how you get things done with little ones underfoot.

Life is Beautiful!