Monnica: The Saint of Extreme Parenting
You are in a season of extreme parenting. I know it’s exhausting.I see you.
You are in a season of extreme parenting. I know it’s exhausting.I see you.
Our family likes to celebrate and decorate for just about every holiday.
Just after 7:30 this morning my younger son and I trekked out to the driveway in our slippers and pajamas, a box of sidewalk paint, a roll of masking paint, and my cup of coffee our only companions.
A formerly homeschooled kid myself, I never felt the desire to homeschool my own children.
Palm Sunday will be here in just a few short days and I am not ready for it. I’m not ready for Holy Week as a priest, as a parent, or as an individual person trying to follow Christ. And yet, it’s coming.
The voices in my head were getting louder. The ones that all mothers know. My daughter whispered tentatively through my closed bedroom door, “Mama. I’m hungry.” Again? I thought, “Just a minute.”
God provides many opportunities for families to explore the breadth and depth of our faith as we practice social distancing. Follow the Way of Love as we continue to practice faith at home in uncertain times.
We need to talk about getting out the door to church on Sunday morning.