Embracing the Stress of Sundays

When you’re married to a pastor, Sundays are usually the most stressful day of the week. And when it’s their turn to teach, the intensity often increases. So it’s not uncommon for our Sunday mornings to be extra stressful. Whether it’s me struggling to sleep the night before, waking up to a kid’s bad attitude, or getting annoyed at the little things, I’ve come to accept the inevitable. It comes with the job. In our family, we divide and conquer. On Sunday mornings, Filipe is the first up and out the door before the kids…

The Most Wonderful (or Stressful) Time of the Year?

The arrival of the holidays for me is often abrupt. The fall season will (finally) be going smoothly. School is underway, my kids are settling into their new routines and my main responsibility is to keep everyone on course. Then one day I’ll be out running a simple errand, just a quick run to Target for a school project board, and then I’ll see it – Christmas stuff everywhere. Suddenly, I start to panic, “Ugh, am I late again?” I mutter under my breath as guilt begins to wash over me. “But, wait, it’s still…

Finding Rest

Recently, Filipe and I had the chance to get away. Grandparents took on kid-duty, and we cleared our schedule and booked a hotel up in the North Bay. There was only one thing on our schedule those three days- REST. Coming out of a busy summer, it was a needed reprieve. But allowing ourselves to rest isn’t always easy. In fact, at first, I still fought the pressure to fill our schedule with activity (running, hiking, sight seeing, etc.). The activity could be put more in the fun category, but it was still activity nonetheless. It…

Parenting through the Middle Years

It was around 4pm on a typical Wednesday afternoon. Efraim, my 6 year old, pulls up a chair next to me at my desk and starts working on his homework. While he’s working on number bonds and 4+2=6, I’m searching Pinterest for “chicken pasta” recipes. About 5 minutes into it he asks, “Mom, do you know what sex is?” My eyes shifts from the computer screen to his mischievous-looking eyes like he knew he said a trigger word. I say something like, “Oh, are you talking about someone’s gender- whether someone is a boy or girl?” Efraim: (Looking puzzled as…