My feet began to burn as I immersed them into the swirling water churning inside the salon’s pedicure sink. I didn’t care. I knew it would only smart for a moment and then I could finally sit back and relax. With three energetic kiddos, 6 years and under, relaxing is something I don’t often get to do. At least, not for long! I was determined to relish in this rare moment.
I glanced over at my friend who had joined me for an afternoon of uninterrupted pampering, and we shared a knowing smile. FREEDOM! Continue reading
“I don’t want to wear glasses!” my six-year old said anxiously from the back seat of the car. We were on our way to see a Pediatric Ophthalmologist at the University of Minnesota, after our oldest son unexpectedly developed a lazy eye in November.
My husband and I shared an uneasy glance before shifting our attention to the bundle of nerves in the backseat.
“Why don’t you want to get glasses?” we gently pressed him. Continue reading
“Why did God make me this way?” I lamented, as I looked at the make-up-free, acne-spotted reflection staring back at me. “I am 34 years old! Why am I still breaking out?!”
My less than perfect skin was just the tip of the iceberg of unreasonable complaints I was about to spew forth. There was the stubborn 5 pounds that I could never seem to lose and those gray hairs that were starting to creep into my unruly red mane that is sometimes curly, and sometimes straight, but usually just frizzy, since with three little kids I often don’t have the time to style it. Continue reading
“Mommy, will you hold me?” My three and-a-half year old son whimpered and looked up at me with big pleading eyes. He was sick and wanted to be snuggled. How could I say no to those insistent baby blues? “Sure buddy. I’d love to hold you.”
Despite his faucet of a nose, croupy cough, and feverishly hot body, I was honestly thrilled to hold him close. Usually he is too busy running, wrestling, climbing, crawling, jumping, sliding… MOVING! He has no time to sit still, let alone cuddle with his mom. Continue reading
The abdominal cramping started less than an hour into the trip home from my girl’s weekend away. I figured I was experiencing indigestion from the exceedingly rich and creamy entrée I had devoured at lunch. As we continued down the road, however, I quickly realized this was more than just a stomach ache. Sweat formed on my brow as my abdominal muscles continued to contract with increasing intensity. Then the nausea set in.
“Can you pull over?”
I stumbled out of the truck and dropped to my knees. I could feel the rough roadside gravel digging into my jeans as I hunched over and prepared to expel everything from my insides. Instead, I curled into the fetal position as another wave of pain coursed through my body. Continue reading