Posts by Amy

This one is for the middle and high school teachers. The ones no one is bringing a fist full of dandelions to and who will receive nary a handmade card during teacher appreciation days. The ones whose desks aren’t overflowing with gifts and who might do a double take in shock when a student remembers…

What do you want to be when you grow up? How many times have we asked and answered this question? Friends I’m starting to think it might be the absolute wrong thing to ask anyone including ourselves. At senior choir night all they read the kids names along with their plan after graduation. This is…

One summer when my kids were small they all conspired for my time seemingly every second of every day. I remember feeling so overwhelmed. It was so hard to focus on each individual soul when 5 of them hovered in my orbit near constantly, telling elaborate stories and demanding, “Mom, look at me!” (For the…

He’s the kid who never listens the first time. Or the second. Or even the tenth. You can pick him up out of the line up in the school hallways.  He’s the one who doesn’t walk in an orderly fashion. He runs or spins or stops in his tracks if something catches his eye. He…

You guys…there is a whole layer of sweetness to parenting teens that no one tells you. And you HAVE to know. Tonight I left town a night early for a conference to get ahead of some weather. I texted my girls to say goodbye since they weren’t home yet. I felt like the annoying mom…

Last night I listened to my teenagers from behind the door. It’s where we are now right? No longer in the middle of their parties and fun…but still we long to know their joy. So we stay close. It was hard to sleep because I wasn’t in my bed, instead bunking in my daughter’s room…

I was the crazy lady you saw sitting in the campus coffee shop, computer open and half eaten wrap on my plate. I know I looked like I was coming undone with my glasses sliding down my nose, hair all over the place, not so silently mumbling to myself. I don’t blame you for giving…

In whispers over the downy heads of sleeping babes we pray prayers of thanks for the gift of babies and sleep. On the couch late at night when our bigs are past curfew and not answering our texts we pray our Lord leads them safely to our door and that we do not kill them…