Things I Don’t Want To Forget

Things I Don’t Want To Forget: Michael saying “I want to tuggle with you.” And then getting irritated because I repeat it that way. “No—no! I said, sssssstuggle!” Michael “nursing” (where did he learn to do that?) The way Julianna dissolves into giggles at the silliest pieces of nothing. The way every one of the children has…

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Lifting The Veil

Saturday morning, Christian and I provided music for a funeral at our parish. The man was our age and had school-age children, and it was impossible to avoid the recognition of just how fragile is the reality we cling to, how quickly it can change, and truly, how blessed we are to have what we have–even…

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Adventures in Liturgy With A Musical Mom

Friday morning, I flew into church at 7:59 a.m. for 8:00 holy day Mass, trailing a widely-spaced gaggle of little ones–the last one wailing. With Christian out of town, I was single parenting, and it was also the last field trip day of the summer, with speech therapy thrown in for good measure. We’d left…

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What It’s Like To Practice Natural Family Planning

After yesterday’s post about why I don’t like birth control, I think it only makes sense to talk about the alternative. Natural family planning is widely reviled as a game of reproductive roulette, an unreasonable burden on couples, or an unnecessary restriction on sexual expression. Those of us who use NFP try to dispel those myths,…

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The Run-and-Hug Game

There comes a day in the life of every toddler when the great concept of “I want” butts up against the concepts “I have three siblings” and “I can scream really loudly.” On that day, life gets a whole lot less pleasant for the mommy of the house. Because it used to be that when…

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Looking Back, Living Forward On Mother’s Day

I think I was in the sixth grade when it happened. At some point along the line, the bathtub faucet in our one-bathroom house became unusable. Don’t ask me why. Kids don’t pay attention to details like that. We also have no idea why the decision was made not to fix it right away. I mean,…

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A Story For A Dark And Stormy Night

Sunday nights when I have novels critique group, I usually don’t sleep well anyway. But when the tornado sirens begin wailing at 10:50 p.m., Christian launches from bed and into motion. I am a complete wimp about tornadoes, and as I’m scrambling for my glasses in the darkness I’m also thinking how grateful I am…

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What Do They Hear?

It happens more often than I’d like to admit: Someone comes up to me and compliments my children, and I feel compelled to explain why they’re wrong. “Your children are so well behaved at church!” Well, they’re sneaky about their church misbehavior, I’ll grant you that. “Julianna’s doing so well!” She is doing well at…

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What I would have shared on Facebook, if I wasn’t unplugged for Easter

Here’s what I didn’t share while I was cleaning, cooking, running errands, reading the Passion to the kids, cooking, praying, cooking, and generally not writing this Triduum weekend: 1. Thursday after school, Nicholas held up his blue bear, the one he’s been sleeping with for weeks now, and christened her–yes, her, despite being a baby…

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Family Dynamics and Parental Guilt

I’m supposed to be writing about being taken down from the cross this morning, but my heart is full of my children. Nicholas had his kindergarten screening last week, and the mediocrity of the scores…well, to be honest, I freaked out. Nicholas is exceptionally bright, and because he learned so many things alongside Julianna, I…

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