The Move

When my husband was offered a job across the state last year, I knew that it was time for me to stay at home and not go back to work.  It was something I always thought I would do but hadn’t pursued for various reasons. I was really nervous about being a stay at home mom. Praying for courage, we said our painful goodbyes to friends and family, packed up and moved.

What a year it has been! It hasn’t been easy and there have been a lot of moments of frustration and doubt but I am so thankful that I have this time with my children. As obvious as it may seem, it’s easy to forget that they are not young for long. JP started preschool this week. Already mister independent – barely a kiss goodbye before he was running after his friends. Kai is already a little toddler and no longer a baby.

I look back and wonder what I was so worried about. Why did I think that I wouldn’t want to spend every precious minute I could with my little guys? But isn’t that the case most of the time? Taking leaps of faith into the unknown are hard and scary. But opportunities don’t come around every day.

I have learned so much this last year about myself and my children and I hold on tighter to the hope that is in Jesus more than ever before. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

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Cookies

As a stay at home mom in Seattle, I hear a lot about the importance of eating healthy food. We buy organic and eat a vegetarian diet. My two children ages 4 & 1 are encouraged to eat lots of fruit and vegetables as well as eat in moderation. I find myself pouring over articles titled “How to get your child to eat more vegetables” and thumbing through healthy cookbooks. But – it gets a little exhausting. Sometimes, we need to let our hair down a bit and eat chocolate chip cookies and cupcakes.

There is something magical about making cookies with a 4 year old. He wants to pour (and taste) everything. “I pour, you measure” he tells me. We get out all the ingredients and start to make the batter. He stirs and scoops the flour and pretends that he is a digger machine, constantly asking if he can have a lick.  Finally, we scoop the cookies onto the baking sheet and stick them in the oven. The house starts to smell like cookies and I am reminded of all the times I did this same exact process with my mom.

Out come the cookies and little fingers grab one and then another. “One more?” he asks? Sure. How can I say no? Cookies bring a sparkle to his eyes the way broccoli never will.