Welcome to The MOM Journey!

where moms aren’t perfect and that’s perfectly okay

You know THAT MOM? Sure you do. She’s the one who posts pictures of her organic, all-natural family dinners infused with superfoods. And when you drop in unannounced, her house looks like a magazine shoot. Dust doesn’t even know where she lives. Pinterest exists so other moms can compete with her homemade costumes, repurposed furniture projects, and the 99 things she can do with blue Dawn and vinegar. She makes yoga pants look great and mastered the eight angle pose. She has time to play with her kids, she can do the math homework, and she never forgets bedtime prayers.

CONFESSION: I’m not THAT MOM. I’m this mom. My girls, Randi and Kelli, think hot dogs and mac and cheese are a nutritious meal, and the girl at the drive-thru knows my voice. This week’s mail is stacked on the counter, last week’s laundry is still in a laundry basket, and I’m not sure blue Dawn and vinegar can cut the mystery stain on my carpet. Pinterest depresses me. I tried yoga once, and I didn’t even know what an eight angle pose was until I googled “difficult yoga poses” a few minutes ago. I wish I’d played more when my girls were little. I quit helping with math homework about 6th grade. And…sometimes I forget bedtime prayers.

Now, I don’t dislike THAT MOM. I don’t wish a strong wind would carry my excess dust to her house or that she’d get stuck in downward facing dog for, oh, thirty minutes or so. No, in fact, sometimes I try to be THAT MOM, and I can do it…in spurts. Short-lived, well-intentioned spurts.

But sometime during my 20 years of momhood, I decided I’m okay with being this mom. Then something unexpected happened. I was freed of guilty clutter and able to do what a mom does best…love her kids!

So whether you’re THAT MOM or this mom, a new mom or an experienced mom, will you join me on The MOM Journey…where we don’t have to be perfect? Let’s learn from each other, laugh at ourselves, and do momhood together!

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FRIENDLY DISCLAIMER: All opinions in my blog are expressed with humility. I’m not an expert…just a mom trying to keep more tally marks in the win column than in the loss column.

Thanks for joining me on this journey!


From the blog

  • You Are NOT Going to Believe This!

    If you read my post this past week, The Miracle I’m Ashamed Of, then you know the story of the geese. If you haven’t read the post, please read it right now…so you can be part of something AMAZING that happened moments ago…and, in fact, is still happening. I woke up at 5:00 a.m. to do […]

  • The Miracle I’m Ashamed Of

    I loaded the last suitcase into the trunk. My 11-year-old daughter Randi stood beside me, her gaze fixed on the small pond near the woodline behind our house. “They’re not coming. We’re gonna miss them.” It was only a whisper, but her voice was heavy, hopeless. The still surface of the pond reflected the budding trees […]

  • Why Are These Things in My House?!

    Fall isn’t in the air. It’s here. The ground has more leaves than than the trees, we gained our extra autumn hour last weekend, and I’m wearing my fluffy PJ socks to bed again. It’s the time of year when our hearts turn more thankful and our tummies think about roast turkey. And for those of […]

  • FALL BACK: How to Get Extra Hours

    My alarm clock is set 10 minutes fast. So is the clock in my bathroom and the clock in my car. The gift of an extra ten minutes I give myself each morning somehow keeps me on time, even though my brain knows the game I’m playing. Our guest blogger today, author Leah DeCesare, is […]

  • It’s Not Your Drama, Momma

    Last Mother’s Day, Kelli gave me this card. Kelli, the girl who left her Drama Queen Drive street sign in her bedroom when she went to college, definitely fought the temptation to get dragged into–or to dive headfirst into–“he-said-she-said” adolescent theatrics. She often came home from school all worked up about the day’s most recent tween or teen […]