To the Single Mama on Mother’s Day…

I know you’re out there, sweet single mama.  In fact, according to current research by the U.S. Census Bureau, there are almost 10 million of you out there just in the United States alone.  You may feel unseen, unknown, or forgotten by those around you, but you are not.  And Mother’s Day is a great time to remind you of that.

For some of you, Mother’s Day may serve as a painful reminder of what you used to have – a husband who cherished you and made sure you felt special and pampered on this day to thank you for all you do for his children.  Or maybe, you’ve never had that and it’s never been a day where anyone made you feel special.  Kids are kids – and they will argue and make messes on this day like any other, easily making Mother’s Day feel empty and void, like something just to “get through.”

But I want to remind today that you are special.  You.  You have been supernaturally chosen by your Heavenly Father to parent those particular children, with their unique gifts and challenges.  He knows how weak you feel and how unequipped you think you are to lead your family well.  He is very aware of how invisible and alone you feel most days in what usually is quite a thankless job. He sees every tear you cry after your children have gone to bed, and how you crash every night from exhaustion as you try to juggle work and home and parenting all on your own.  And He longs for you to know that He’s right there in this with you even when you can’t feel Him close by.

What you’re doing – what we’re doing – is so very difficult.  There are many days when it’s easy to ask “why?” and question God and cry from the weight of it all.  There are nights when all you can do is open a tub of ice cream and binge watch some Netflix to try to escape the heaviness of this world and the challenges of this single parenting journey.  And that’s ok.

You may never understand why God has allowed some things, or why life has to be so challenging.  I sure don’t right now.  But we can both know today that we are being held by our Maker.  He sees us, He loves us, and He has not forgotten us. He celebrates you when you feel forgotten, and He cheers you on when the days are long and hard.

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You are beautiful, cherished, and loved.  And you are enough.  Your children don’t need all those extra things you look around and see that other two-parent families have that just aren’t possible for your family right now.  I know you wish you could give them more.  But really, in all actuality, they just need you.  You… with all your scars and fears and mistakes.  Because, like in the old velveteen rabbit story, they will see real.  And they will see brave.  And boy, how this world needs to see more transparency and bravery.

So go celebrate you this weekend, even if you feel like no one else is.  Celebrate both the physical and the emotional stretch marks that you would rather hide.  Celebrate the recent days when you didn’t think you could make it through, and you did by His strength and none of your own.  Celebrate the highs and the lows of parenting your precious children, because life and motherhood are gifts.  And celebrate most of all because you are His masterpiece. He’s creating something beautiful with your life journey and your family’s story, even with all the bumps and bruises along the way.

And that is worth celebrating.  Through Mother’s Day and beyond.


Happy Mother’s Day with love, from another mama just like you who needed these reminders.


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The beauty of the slow brew…


I will never forget the way our house used to smell each morning after I brewed a pot of coffee. It wasn’t just any old brand of coffee, either. This was coffee made of rich Ethiopian beans that we would get through a company supporting fair trade and small business opportunities in developing countries. And, as an extra bonus, five dollars of every bag bought went to help fund our pending adoption.

B never really enjoyed coffee until I got him hooked on it –  mainly because of the smell, I think. I was always a bit envious that he didn’t seem to need the coffee to function that day.  He just wanted some because of the experience of drinking its rich goodness. He’d drink some coffee when I’d make it, but not be reliant on it for morning survival. On the weekends, he’d even put some in a mug in the fridge, to cool and drink later in the day. I had built a habit of loading the coffee grounds into the pot the night before, using the fun timer function, so the smell would wake us the next morning with new vigor for the day ahead.

Now it’s all fast brew and K-cups around here, because I’m the only one drinking it. I don’t have much time in the morning, so much like many other facets of my life, it’s often all about function and productivity around here. I want my coffee with my morning quiet time first thing in the morning, and I don’t really want to take the time afterward to clean out the coffee pot. Furthermore, I guess I would feel wasteful if I threw any brewed coffee away.  So for now anyway, K-cups will have to remain.

But K-cups are seriously so very boring. As much as I love my Keurig’s functionality, I’m really not a big fan of it deep down. My coffee isn’t as fresh and there is no real aroma that permeates the room.   There’s nothing really all that great that brews into my mug, showing me that the fastest way isn’t necessarily the best way to brew coffee.  And it’s certainly not the most fragrant.

In the same way, a life thrown together, busily moving to and fro, isn’t always the most beautiful either. Some would stress that productivity is more important than beauty. That the completion of the “to do list” each day is what matters. Quantity over quality. But I would disagree. Because I’ve experienced the sweet smelling aroma of days that are fully lived – senses open and alert to the beauty around me. Fully alive to the smells and sounds and sights of creation that draw me closer to my beautiful Creator.  And other days, more often than I’d like to admit, I’ve taken the fast road and focused only on function and checklists. The difference is quite noticeable.

In this fast moving culture we live in, it’s easy to get caught up in the rat race and constantly live in the mindset of pursuing the fastest way to accomplish things. But is the quickest way really the best way? And does it truly bring us joy?

Maybe a lot of the joy we say we’re missing in our lives can simply be found by just slowing down a little. By breathing. By taking in all that’s around us and letting it slowly brew in our hearts and minds – this slow savoring  of thoughts, prayers, and ultimately – of beauty.

So today, I choose the slower, more savory way to live. I choose to slow down and see what’s around me. I choose to take the longer road when I can, instead of rushing through  the fastest route.   I choose to soak up this one life, and this one day, well. And hey, maybe I’ll even choose to get the coffee pot back out soon just so I can soak up that rich smell again.

Or maybe… just maybe… I’ll even challenge myself to learn to use a French press.  After all, I’ve heard that it’s even slower but more exquisite?  🙂

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When birthdays become life lessons…

Calling all the mamas out there today… Yes, you, with the child you feel like you are constantly disciplining for the same old reason.  The one who wears you out with the way you have to stay on top of them with a balance of discipline and love, wishing you could just love without the discipline for just one day.  Isn’t disciplining so exhausting?  It wears me out and makes me long for a day … {…Read More}

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When loneliness becomes a gift…

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When it’s the heart of the matter…

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Dear Single Mom…

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I am not enough.

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