October 31, 2020

This Is What Parenting a Young Adult Is Sometimes Like


I’m pretty sure the reason no has, as far as I know, yet written 
What To Expect When You're Expecting a Young Adult is because no one who has parented one of these wonderful but often mystifying creatures feels like enough of an expert to author the thing.

Life with a young adult is a lot like life during a pandemic: this is what's going to happen, unless it doesn't.

I'm certainly not about the write a book on the subject, but with the help of some other YA parents*, I did put together what could possibly be considered a pamphlet on this stage of raising humans; I'm so grateful to Grown and Flown for running it. If you make your way over there and have anything to add, I'd love to have you pop back here and leave a comment. Who knows? Between us, we might be able to write this book yet.

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*Sue Moore Donaldson, Melanie Hardacker, Miranda Lamb, Kim McKay Laws, Karen MacLean, Kori Titus, and other sweet friends on my Guilty Chocoholic Mama Facebook page.

October 9, 2020

What I Want My Children To Think Of Me

Someday, my children will tell someone what they think of me. How they remember me. What kind of mom I was. What it was like being my child.

I’m not na├»ve: there’s plenty they could say in total truth that I wouldn’t want etched on my headstone. But I’m not done parenting them yet (I don’t think we ever are, actually), so I’m still writing those markings.

Here’s a list-in-progress of what I hope will make the cut.

That I sought God’s face and favor. 


That I cherished my children for who they were while encouraging them to become who they could be.


That I apologized genuinely and then acted differently afterwards.


That I listened.


That I wasn’t boring.


That I took an interest in them.


That I made them feel I was glad they were in my life.


That I loved with action.


That I prayed.


That I laughed.


That I loved their father well.


That I made a home and did not just keep a house.


That I let them go enough to leave when it was time but held on enough to bring them back from time to time.


That I chose my battles wisely.


That they knew they could come to me with anything.


That I was fun to spend time with.


That I let them feel what they felt and sat with them in those feelings rather than trying to rush them through those feelings.


That I gave them good memories.


That I pursued and prioritized relationship with them.


That I did not stay the same but that my love for them was, always, sure and certain.