Tag Archives: Mothering Well

I have five children who were born before 9-11. I have three children who were born after. My oldest three children remember that day well. We were visiting my brother, sister-in-law, and niece. My ol...

I struggle with assigning chores. My 13-year-old just started doing his own laundry. It is something I kept wanting to hand over to him but couldn't quite let go of. I know some of my friends had thei...

If I had a dollar for every time I felt guilty about something I did (or didn't do) with respect to my kids, I would have about a billion dollars. Do you know how many dollars my husband would have? Z...

My name is Rebecca. I'm a mom. I worry. There, I said it. I got it out into the open. I worry. I want my children to be liked. I want my children to be successful. I want my children to thrive. And, I...

All parents struggle with screens during the unstructured summer months. How much is too much? Should I limit it? Should I stop stressing? We're not here to tell you what you should or shouldn't do - ...

Whether it is big life changing conversations happening, or a million small conversations about both big and small things, creating space in our homes where we can have honest and free conversations w...

Oh, the end-of-school season. Moms know that this time of "winding down the school year" actually means more chaos for us. 'Tis the season of teacher appreciation gifts, and sports competitions, and b...

A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in settings of silver. Proverbs 25:11 The children were in the living room doing their schoolwork. Then one of them began to repeat what the other was saying...

Every night when I pray for my children, I tend to recite the same things. I struggle with putting the words together of exactly how I want to pray. Last year, one of my kids' teachers blessed me with...

I hear them all the time - complaints from women my age saying that their adult kids don't visit them often enough. I remember being a busy young mom and my mother was always guilting me to visit her....