Ok. Snacks are not just for the weak. Snacks are for everyone. But one Saturday morning while watching tv with the girls, I asked BW if she wanted a snack. Her response? “Snacks are for the weak, not for me.” I’ve loved that line ever since. Before we became the Willard Family of Five, I
Superstitions have never played a major role in my life or Chris’s life. Chris doesn’t have a pair of socks he wears every time the Cardinals play because he wore them one time the Cardinals won a World Series. I don’t throw salt over my shoulder after spilling it. And growing up, I had my
(Quote by Mother Teresa) I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been judged as a mother. Before parenthood, I can recall times when I was judged for being a woman, judged for my weight, judged for my intellect, and judged for physical features and personality traits. These previous judgments pale in comparison to the
I’m unsure of where to begin. So much of me wants to ask: vacations- relaxing or exhausting? Another part of me wants to share how exciting vacations are for our girls because there are so many firsts that they experience on our trips. But honestly, all I can hear right now is SW (2 years-old)
Sometimes kids surprise you, am I right? My three girls surprise me all the time. When BW wrote a poem about love, I was more than surprised. The surprise occurred the day before my parents came to visit us. My parents live a few hundred miles away. Although we do not see them as often
In a couple previous posts, I’ve mentioned how people – as in random strangers – become emotional when they see me with the girls or become emotional once they hear our adoption story. I am more than fine with inspiring people. I’m more than fine with someone saying “thank you” to me so long as
There’s no denying the fact that we’re a religious/spiritual/Christian family. Chris and I are both undergrad religion majors. And Chris had to two-up me by getting a Masters and Doctorate in Theology. Chris and I both serve in churches. We also live a life that (we hope) exemplifies Christ’s love for everyone. So of course,
Confession time. I’ve always thought that I was above my looks. I like my hair, but I don’t recall often saying that I love my hair. I thought it was because my looks just weren’t the most important thing to me. Sure, I wanted to look put together or, at the very least, kempt. But
If you grew up in church, you probably sang “Jesus Loves the Little Children” as a young child. I can recall singing it just about every Sunday as a little girl. As a child, it was not one of my favorite songs. But now as a mother to three black girls, I am in love
The first day as the Willard Family of Five was filled with many emotions. Chris, BW (then five years-old) and I were sitting on the back porch awaiting the arrival of MW (then two years-old) and SW (then 9 months-old). Even though that day was two years ago, I can still picture MW walking down
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