On Time, Motherhood, and What Matters Most

“Mommy, will you snuggle with me and read a story?”

It was the middle of the afternoon. My boys were playing nicely together so I decided to sit down and get some work done. That’s when my youngest came in and asked me to read to him.

The Way Time Flies

My oldest is almost as tall as I am. But when I look at him, I still see a toddler who wanted to sit on my lap every morning and drink his milk from a sippy cup. My youngest is quickly catching up to his brother but still asks for hugs and sleeps with his favorite blanket. It seems like just yesterday they were learning to talk and walk. But those little legs have grown and can now fly through the air and kick a wooden board in martial arts class. Their once halting speech, spoken in one word sentences, now discusses matters of theology, history, and logic. And at the rate they are going, it won’t be long before they both stand a head taller than I…to read the rest of this post, visit For the Family, my writing home today.