Mom's NOT crazy

 How often do we look back at seasons in life and say, "I handled that well"?  Raise your hand. I think as moms we often look back at our kids' formative years and think, "Boy, I hope I handled that well." Or maybe, "Yeah....I messed that up." I know full well I have not done it all well. Some of it, yes. I am not foolish enough to think that I got it ALL right all the time. I'm in the throws of a new season of parenting where my kids are all legally adults and slowly embarking into their own journeys.  And that's good. I'm all about it. I went through such a grieving time this past year with the triplets' graduating high school. Unless you lived under a rock, never read these blogs or do not follow me on social media, you are fully aware. With all of that grief (I am doing much better by the way. Two are headed off to college in a month, but I am hanging in.), there were other mountains in my life. I am fairly transparent as a person. ...

 I recently wrote a column for Mom Life Today, a Christian moms' platform entitled, "I Cried in the Shower Last Night." The column spoke of my grief surrounding the impending high school graduation of my triplet daughters:  https://momlifetoday.com/grief-when-children-graduate-high-school/ Tonight I found myself in tears in my bathroom again. This, however, was different. ( To be quite honest, I am not sure what it is with me and closing the bathroom door and being real with my emotions....) I am also going to honestly say that I have been toying with many ideas to write in this blog recently, only to abruptly change my mind because I realized my motives were too emotional. Being brutally honest here -- the emotions were anger. The Holy Spirit was quick but patient to show me those blogs were unnecessary  and not exactly beneficial for my readers. I do not want this blog to be a place to vent or air my dirty laundry. Oh, but there IS laundry. The "loads," I have...

 Mother's Day is upon us. Some of us struggle a little bit with this day. We often hear about the ones who lost their moms, the ones who never got to be a mom, or the ones who are estranged from their mom. There's another one we miss in that thoughtful analysis. There's the one who became a mom, has her mom still alive, even hears her voice occasionally on the phone. But her mom is not always THERE. The physical distance is not far.  Yet she is not willing to be present. This woman struggles with the idea of embracing Mother's Day because her mom chooses her own wants over her children. I work in an environment where I see broken young women regularly. Some of them are in these scenarios. I used to do prison ministry in the local female prison. Their stories are similar.  Mom loved them. But Mom chose drugs or alcohol or various men -- before considering her kids. And often times she was the most passionate mom who CLAIMED these kids were "her world," and that...