There is no pain so deep as pain endured alone.
Sometimes a good thing is not always a good thing when it keeps us from the better things.
Our first reaction any time we are confronted with a proposal we don't want to engage is to look for reasons why it does not or should not apply to us.
After ten years at the helm it is clear to me that my bookshelves may collect dust on a regular basis, but my kids have no doubt how much I love them.
We as a culture are addicted to accolades and none of us are immune. But I am more aware now of the reality that there is no rushing growing up.… There’s just no fast forwarding the slow churn of experience. Blooming takes time.
Listening means actively making room for whatever words she may offer. It means I prepare myself to hear the intent behind the words or the intent behind the silence.
Isn’t that, after all, what childhood really is? A marathon string of firsts tied together over years and years as our kids grow and encounter an ever more adult world?
It’s hard for a five year old to share, for a ten year old to stand up to a bully, for a fifteen year old to trade popularity for integrity. But when they do, they are that much closer to becoming an adult to knows how to listen without competing to be heard, to take a blow without retaliating in kind and perpetuating a culture of right-by-force.
We have come to expect certain things of mothers, and when we find ourselves chafing against the confines of a mold that doesn’t quite fit we begin to question who we really are.
To respect our boys—to admire them, be proud of them, esteem them for who they are and how they think and what makes them unique and stunning and brave and wise—this is a need stemming from the deepest parts of their souls.