Face-to-Face with My Girl

When babies are tiny, you can snuggle them all you want and they mostly enjoy it in a passive kind of way. They get a bit older and snuggling disappears for a while as they don’t want you or are flailing weirdos trying to fall asleep. Then – with both of my kids at least – 18 months-ish rolls around and snuggling starts to reappear. This kind of snuggling is different though because it is actively chosen and engaged in. 

I slept with Bekah one of the nights at the cabin over the weekend and experienced some of this amazing, second phase cuddling. It was extra special with my girl. She pressed her forehead against mine, closed her eyes, opened them wide to look into mine, and then they crinkled around the edges with her giggle. This went on for a while before she snuggled her head into my neck and her breathing got heavy. 

This moment made me think of the times my mom and I made a bed on the living room floor to watch movies. The mornings in middle school when I’d slip into her bed and cry and beg not to go to school because the girls were SO mean. The mornings in high school when she would come get into my twin bed and we would chat about whatever until we decided we were going to be late for all the things and should get our arses in gear. 

I hope my girl knows she is always safe in those snuggles to bring her giggles, her highs, and her lows. I hope God grants me the wisdom and the grace and the compassion to meet her wherever she’s at in any of those snuggle sessions. 

My Jungle Gym Series: The Intro

When I was working and praying through potentially leaving work to stay home with our kids for a season, I found myself learning from these bad A women in my life that they had done the same thing at some point. WHAT?! Why have you never told me that? How did it work? How did you come back? How did you still become such a baller? All of these super eloquent questions flew through my mind as it was blown by amazing career woman after amazing career woman. Our stories matter, folks. Our stories provide guidance and hope to others – this has been reinforced by this year’s homework of reading biographies (more on that in a post to come). I think I had started to take this fact and my own story for granted until I received this message from a new mama last night:

 I learned from talking to women who had gone before me that Sheryl Sandberg had not, in fact, made up the jungle gym analogy for one’s journey at work. Women had been jungle gyming under the radar while men climbed away on their corporate ladders for a very long time. These same women didn’t feel they could talk about their experience for fear of reminding anyone in leadership (ahem, men) that they had stepped out/back/sideways on the jungle gym for a period of time.

SO I’m going to do a series on my jungle gym journey to date in hopes that it sheds some light on this topic for others who are in similar shoes or might be one day.


Back in the Saddle

This Season: But What Do You Do?  


Teaching was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Doing life – the good, bad, and the ugly – with my kids was the greatest privilege. Nearly eight years later, the time I spent teaching still blows my mind and heart. 

A Day With Boo

Sissy always misses brother when he’s at school, but mama selfishly loves the time to enjoy just her. To take in the new things she’s doing. To watch her play alone. To listen to her try out new words. Here’s a day with Bekah Boo in pictures. 

Taking care of her babies.    
  Cooking for mama. She takes one ingredient out, pours it in her pot, stirs, puts it back in the fridge and starts again. This little kitchen brings so much joy.   
Fun at the book store where she fell in love with a kitty and methodically picked out books saying, “how abouuuuuuu” and exclaiming, “how about!” when she finds one to her liking.  


A little lunch and some copy writing at Lux.

Loving and laughing pick up time with her brother bear. 


Helping mama make zoodles for dinner during brother’s epic nap.     

Besitos for papa to end the day!  

Parenting with Gut Reactions

“Most of us raise our children based on our gut reactions. But how do we know whether such responses are trustworthy or just the result of bad lasagna? Actually, adult “gut reactions” are the results of childhood responses to family emotions and interactions. Therefore, “gut feel” is more valid if we had a happy childhood and presently have peaceful and rewarding relationships at home and elsewhere. On the other hand, if we react to our childhood by saying, ‘I sure do want things differently with my kid than my mom and dad did with me,’ then our gut reactions will probably be untrustworthy and faulty.” – Parenting with Love & Logic

Why Not Me?

“And the scary thing I’ve noticed is that some people really feel uncomfortable around women who don’t hate themselves…Which is why you need the tiniest bit of bravery. People get scared when you try to do something, especially when it looks like you’re succeeding. People do not get scared when you’re failing. It calms them…But when you’re winning it makes them feel like they’re losing or, worse yet, that maybe they should’ve tried to do something too but now it’s too late. And since they didn’t, they want to stop you. You can’t let them.

I get worried that telling girls how difficult it is to be confident implies a tacit expectation that girls won’t be able to do it.” – Mindy Kaling