I’m a whole lot better at mommyhood with others by my side.
Others like you.
So here’s what I’m thinking ...
I mentioned before that I’ve been writing a book for moms. One of the things that inspired me to do this was the encouragement I saw among moms in the blogging world ...
One mom would post about her child being sick, and she’d be flooded with words of hope and comfort. Another mom would post about the birth of her newest baby, and she’d be showered with congratulations.
I love when people come alongside each other like that.
We moms need it.
And I want to do something around here that will spread more of that encouragement.
Which is why I’m starting what I’ll call Mom Mondays.
At the beginning of every week, I’ll post something related to mommyhood, with the hope that it will entertain, inspire, or encourage you as a mom. It might be a personal story, a parenting article, a tip or idea, or it might be a guest post or feature about one of you. (In fact, if you have a mom-tale or mom-tip you’d like to share, email me, and let’s talk.)
I’d love it if you’d spread the word about this to others, too.
And let’s make this interactive. Comment and share your thoughts, a story, or your heart. And stop back by so you can chime in again and we can bounce things off each other.
If you’re not a mom (or if you’re a dad), you’re more than welcome to join in. You never know what comment or story, what thought or idea, will inspire who, whether you’re a parent or not.
So ...
To kick things off this week, I thought I’d share something that happened to me not too long ago. Even though it starts off sounding like a story about cooking for kids, it’s not. It’s really a story about how the words of one person can make a difference in the life of a mom ...
You might remember I posted about my picky eaters a while ago. Not long after that, I came up with a plan to try to help the situation.
Every week, my son and daughter are responsible for going through our recipe books, picking out one meal each that they think sounds good, then being the “head cook” for that meal during the week.
The plan has meant setting aside time to help them read through cookbooks.
And it’s meant longer trips to the store.
And a messier kitchen on the nights they cook.
But it’s also meant finding some dinners that they really like. And that they probably wouldn’t have tried so cheerfully if they weren’t the ones who’d picked them out and cooked them.
