Welcome to the place of overflowing grace in the midst of messy motherhood.
There are a lot of kids up in here, a lot of noise, and a lot of life. It's raw and real, and often sticky.
But I wouldn't trade it. (Except maybe the sticky part.)
Join me for the journey.  

Mere Science

It comes in waves. Some days you look at the wild eyed, half-naked creatures running across the lawn and wonder, “Who are these children and why are they calling me ‘Mommy’?!?” They lie, they steal from each other, they wrestle for blood, they find mommy’s chocolate and Eat. It. All. They take the dishsoap to the pool and you find them a few minutes later lathering EVERY water gun for a bubble fight. The pump fills the pool with suds for days afterwards. They throw their little brother’s pet rock into the woods in a fit of anger. You find yourself spending half an hour searching for a rock and wondering just how to discipline for something so calloused and yet so insignificant. Why can’t ea


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