Nowhere in this story do you read that the Three Wise Men were stressed because they could not get Amazon to deliver their gifts to the right address or that the Shepherds’ wives could not agree on who would be bringing the main dish for the potluck supper on Christmas day.
Christmas expectations in North America vs. Christian expectations: How can we possibly convince our children that Christmas is about the birth of Christ and not Santa, gifts and stressed-out parents? Our son has come to expect the Christmas tree to make an appearance with the first snowflake to hit the pavement. He associates winter and snow with Santa and gifts. When we had the first snowfall, on Sunday, he immediately asked if we could put up the Christmas tree when we returned home from church. In North America, this is the logical correlation that kids make. After all, the Christmas...
Do we practice hospitality only with our friends and family members or do we practice hospitality on a daily basis? How many times have we opened our homes to complete strangers? Let me rephrase this question (I realize that safety concerns may have led you to answer my question with a resounding “Never”.)
War and peace: winning the homework battles The beginning of the end A new school year has started. 6 words that strike a sense of panic in the hearts of the most hardened warriors (also known as parents). The carefree days of summer are gone, replaced by early morning skirmishes (why are children so opposed to waking up?), breakfast mission impossible (why must the last drop of milk spill all over the school bag like a water damn bursting) and the dreaded post-school-day final battle: homework. To think that just a few weeks ago, we were happily eating ice-cream while...
Saturday Morning might mean driving one child to a soccer practice, another to a birthday party, dropping off the dry clean, picking up the first child from soccer and the second one from swimming or was the second one at a birthday party? This means that the closest you ever get to a leisurely breakfast is watching other families enjoying theirs as you wait for your latte in the drive-through lane.
One of her signature indulgences was what I affectionately called “sugar bread”. I was certain that only my grandmother served these heavenly treats until I watched David Rocco frying pizza dough and smothering it in honey
Vacation plans can present their own set of challenges. A consensus among family members has to be reached. Various alliances are formed, treacherous behavior is to be expected, “mom is right, we should go to Europe this year” says the conniving child while winking at his father. Bargains are negotiated, treaties are signed “You may have 3 consecutive Pizza nights preceding and following the vacation should we go to Cuba instead of Disney”.
My Family plan was traditional and fairy-tale friendly:
Fall in love : check
Get married to the man I love: check
Have my first child by my third wedding anniversary : FAIL
Have my first child by my fourth wedding anniversary: FAIL
Have my first child by my fifth wedding anniversary: FAIL
Have my first child by my sixth wedding anniversary: FAIL
If you are a worrier raise your hand! Once upon a time, there was a mother who claimed to have faith in God, and in His will and mercy. And then, her only child started Summer Camp. For the first time. Ever. Subsequently, proverbial Hell broke loose. Doubts and worries replaced Faith, as did flashbacks of every Criminal Minds episode her excellent memory could conjure up. Hours seemed longer than their supposed 60 minutes duration. The clock was consulted every minute and a half until pick up time rolled around. Then again, the pickup ritual started 45 minutes before its...
Why start my publishing journey by writing a story for children? Christian children? My faith, my son and the angels I serve in my Sunday School class. I have been writing since before I can remember. Writing occurs in spite of me; independent of my will. My son, extraordinary in my eyes, has the same ordinary love for superheroes as the average youngster his age. Despite my best efforts, Bible stories could not compete, night after night, with the allure of Spider-Man or Captain America. We would read Moses one night and he would ask for Lightning Mcqueen the following...