Raising a Happy & Healthy Family
Repeat after me, moms. “You’re a good mom.” Repeat it again. And again. And once more for good measure. And if my own mom is reading this, I apologize (again) for every time I made you whisper, cry, yell, or speak this mantra.
Yinz guys, it’s been a tough three hours since I got home from work. I’m finally feeling inspired to write again, inspired to maybe actually pick up that guitar I kept yearning for, and like my running and weight-loss have hit a stride. I’m feeling GOOD at this working on me thing, but see, I think that’s exactly the problem.
I’ll be writing more as the days come, but Greg and I just embarked in a study at our church of “12 Traits of the Greats” (which you can get here and start digging in, too). Long story for another blog short, we focused on responsibility and mindset last night. Our group didn’t get through all of our questions, so we decided to ask each other some of them before bed. This started my wrestling with myself.
The thing is, responsibility comes pretty darn easy to me. I was the oldest kid, a preacher’s kid, who always was striving to be good. I wanted to work hard to get good grades and get into a good school and get a good job. I happened to say to Greg in our conversation that I didn’t struggle with responsibility and that I was anxious to dig into some of the other traits that I do struggle with. But the reality was is, our conversation made me wrestle with something I haven’t taken full responsibility for.
A little over ten years ago, I got a fairly good job and had a fairly good life, but was in fact very irresponsible. I had been living with a boyfriend for just about two years and wasn’t leading a very good, responsible life. The story unfolds throughout these pages, but basically I became a victim of nasty things and didn’t have the strength to get out. I ended up pregnant and took on the responsibility of having my first child. Or did I?
I wasn’t responsible with myself during the month I got pregnant. I wasn’t honest with anyone, not even with myself. I was letting Satan take something beautiful and turn it into something very broken. And the thing was, I didn’t care. Not one bit. I didn’t care so much that I never found out some very important facts that one day my kid might want to know.
So last night, I struggled with this. I wrestled with my spirit and asked God over and over to help me release my anger and tension and anxiety over this, things I’ve carried for almost ten years. I asked him some pretty private, personal, and important things.
So then, of course, tonight was going to go a bit haywire when I was trying to get the now nine-year-old innocent child to do some simple tasks – sit with her sisters while I took a phone call, warm up her dinner while I plated the other kids’, find boots that actually fit her feet. And then this mama lost it.
I didn’t get mean. I just let the Devil take the joy from the room, let him suck the good things that were happening in front of me away. I missed the fact that she’s nine and that she’s probably even more tired of being responsible than I am. I let my guard down and let what I am wrestling with as my personal pain and chains impact precious time with my precious children.
But after some coffee and {keto} cookies and a quick mama time out to get my thoughts out, life feels eons better. I’m going to go back tonight and re-read some of the 12 Traits book and make my knees hit the floor again asking for God’s triumph to unfold. And don’t worry – I won’t eat the other ten cookies that I made. A keto cookie is nothing like the red velvet brownie cookies I’d much rather have right now – but my mindset tells me I made the far better choice.
Stay tuned for more on this story and more details about the study our church is embarking on. For now, I’m gonna eat my cookies.
Why This Blog Exists
This space started as a way to untangle the messy, beautiful, exhausting threads of motherhood, faith, and self-discovery. I'm not a parenting expert or a theologian—just a mom with a laptop, a lot of feelings, and a stubborn hope that sharing my struggles might help someone else feel less alone. If you've ever yelled at your kids and then cried in the pantry, you're in the right place.
Over time, this blog has become a record of my own unlearning: unlearning the need to be perfect, unlearning the lie that responsibility means having it all together, and unlearning the shame that keeps us stuck. I write about the hard stuff—the mistakes, the apologies, the midnight prayers—because I believe that's where real growth happens.
What You'll Find Here
Most posts fall into a few recurring themes, because life keeps circling back to them:
- Faith in the everyday: How Scripture and prayer show up in carpool lines, kitchen disasters, and late-night worry sessions.
- Motherhood unfiltered: The guilt, the joy, the tantrums (mine and theirs), and the small victories that no one else sees.
- Marriage and partnership: What it looks like to grow alongside Greg when you're both tired and the house is a wreck.
- Personal growth: The messy work of taking responsibility for my own healing, health, and habits—including my love-hate relationship with keto cookies.
I also share resources that have helped me, like the 12 Traits of the Greats study our church is doing. You can expect honest reviews, practical takeaways, and the occasional confession of how I fell asleep mid-chapter.
Meet the Family
If you're new here, you'll quickly learn that my kids are the heartbeat of this blog—even when they're the reason I need a timeout. My nine-year-old daughter, the one I lost my patience with in the story above, teaches me more about grace than any sermon ever has. Her sisters keep me humble, and Greg keeps me grounded.
We're a loud, imperfect crew navigating life in the 'Burgh, and I wouldn't trade a single chaotic minute. You can read more about each of us on the About Us page, or dive into specific stories under each person's name.
How to Join the Conversation
This isn't a one-way street. I want to hear from you—your struggles, your victories, your favorite stress-baking recipes. Leave a comment on any post, or reach out through the contact page. If something I write resonates, share it with a friend who needs to hear it. We're all just trying to be good moms, one deep breath at a time.
A Note on Grace
Repeat after me, moms. "You're a good mom."
I said it at the top of this page, and I'll say it again because I need to hear it as much as you do. This blog is my way of practicing that truth—not perfectly, but persistently. Thanks for being here.
