Tag: mama

One constant in my girls’ bedtime routine has always been prayer. From praying over them as babies to praying to them as toddlers to praying with them as kids, prayers have always been said.

All throughout my childhood and into my twenties, I lived and breathed basketball. It was my passion – my go to for a challenge — to learn, grow, push myself to the limit, and, most importantly, for fun. I thrived on the thrill and competition of it and quite honestly, just loved the game.

Before bed the other night, Reagan and I were cuddling in her bed, gabbing about our weekend. Since it had warmed up a bit, she had the pleasure of all the outside shenanigans that she has been fond of since – well – since I would take her outside as a toddler.

For years, my girls have been begging for a puppy. Literally, every birthday and Christmas, it has been at the top of their list. But as a mom, the last thing I wanted was another living thing that I had to take care of.

One day this week, not long before my girls typically get on the bus, there was a perplexing text that came through saying we had been moved to a two-hour delay due to an ongoing law enforcement situation. About an hour later, we received a text that said that school would be in session after the delay based on information received from law enforcement.

Is there anything better as a child than a school cancellation? You should have heard the screams and excitement on Monday morning this past week when the text came through that school was closed. They were ecstatic! And that does not even compare to the joy these kids proclaimed when we got the text on Tuesday night that they were already cancelled for Wednesday.

In trying to play catch up with all the January resolutions – which I did not make this year because I was still exhausted from the holidays — I decided to instead just make a list of things that I was hoping to do or accomplish. At the very top of my list, the first thing that came to mind was my basement.

Is it just me, or is January the worst month of the year? It’s like we just came off of the holiday high and then boom, jump into a long month full of crappy weather (although this week wasn’t too bad) and driving home from work in the dark with nothing to look forward to.

Like last year, I wanted to reach out to friends and family and see what the year has taught us all. After many amazing responses, which I will share here in a few, I started to ask myself what 2022 taught me personally.

I love Christmas. And for the longest time, I thought that my love for Christmas was Christmas day – the day when it all comes to fruition, full of family and gifts and time off of school and work. But as I have gotten older, I have realized one thing – Christmas day has almost always brought me sadness.