I had a perm in kindergarten. Every morning my mother diligently primped my hair with her curling iron to perfect it before school. (Never mind that she also had my two-year-old brother to care for at the time.) One morning, probably in a rush to do all the things, my mother accidentally singed the top…
My fearless, four-year-old daughter was overtired. We were on round two of pool play for the day at my dad and stepmom’s new house, and she was happily jumping from a smaller elevated pool area down into their larger pool over and over again. This time, however, she forgot that she wasn’t wearing her float and leaped…
I’ll never forget the day I missed my oldest daughter rolling over for the first time. My precious baby was in good hands, of course. My mother-in-law was watching her downstairs in our living room while I worked upstairs, futilely trying to run a nonprofit from my home office right after giving birth to my…
When my oldest daughter was born, many people immediately said she looked almost identical to her father, my husband. We quickly matched up baby pictures, and they were right. God is a God of diversity. She’s his image and name bearer, yet she’s unique. She has both my nervous personality and my slight build. She…
It seems as though I’m in good company in the Motherless Daughters Club these days. It’s hard to watch friends lose their moms (and dads) much too young. I know that, eventually, they will come out the other side, stronger and wiser. But that ache never really goes away. Here are five things you will probably…
