A Brown Mother

6:55 a.m. With the last slice of sweet potato pie from Thanksgiving in her right hand, and a half sleeping baby wrapped in her left arm, she quietly paced the floor. The night had been rough. The early morning had been eventful; a stuffy, baby desperately depending on a tired mommy for relief. 4:30 a.m.…

Lately she found herself missing him. That was new. He was, she thought, tucked tightly away in the far corners of her subconscious; buried deeply beneath every day comforts designed to ensure she would always forget. It was not just him that she wanted to forget, but the memories. It was the heartstrings she thought…

Frustration With Your New Baby Every night it’s the same dread: putting your crying and sometimes screaming little baby to sleep. Every. Single. Night. As you tackle this task every night, your mind is racing with negative thoughts and you are literally tired of fighting to figure out how to get your baby to just…

Coffee cups and suits. Buildings of blue and white. Men in black with guns, cause temporary fright. Social celebrations, No real food in sight. Dirty dishes everywhere– Domestic blight. Door flung open. No de-fensive might. No inclination, or intent to fight. Big bright screen. Electrifying light. Neglect and abuse are her children’s plight. Back turned.…

Focus on being a mother to your children. Be a comforter, A nurturer, A warm smile and a dependable hug. Be A kind ear and an open heart; An inventor and keeper of traditions. Be A presence, An advocate, A teacher— Submitted, Powerful, Bold, Abundant, Generous, Helpful, Loving, Joyful, Peaceful, Patient, Gentle, Obedient , Faithful,…

She was having serious anxiety around planning her baby shower. Would anyone come? Does anybody care? Is she doing too much trying to celebrate her 5th baby? “Just get on with it!” she imagined invited guests saying in their minds. But why did it matter and why did she care so much? And why couldn’t…

Pitiful. She felt absolutely pitiful as she sat there helplessly succumbing to her husband suservantly rubbing her swollen pregnant feet. He looked up at her lovingly, pleasantly, dutifully…it was almost too much for her to take. All this attention. All this care. All this energy seemingly centered around her and whatever she, in the moment,…

She was so absolutely stricken with grief. Not sadness, but grief that hurt…and cut deep. The kind of grief that made her sick to her stomach and sensitive in her nerves. Grief so gripping that it called for solitude and tears, but so pungent and tangible that it didn’t NEED to wait on anything, any…

Ephesians 6:1-4 Children obey your parents in the Lord for this is right. “Honor your father and mother”–which is the first commandment with a promise–“so that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on earth.” Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger by the way you treat them.…

One of the top secrets to teaching your baby to read?  Toys.  Did I say toys?  Yes.  Yes toys can teach your baby to read.  If you are a parent today, it is highly likely that your child will play with toys.  One of the biggest protests to teaching young learners is that they’re attention…

The helicopter whirls outside in the near distance.  He lay tense beside her.  “Are you okay,” she probes. ” He jumps in surprise as if he has forgotten she is there.  “Why do you ask,” he inquires hesitantly. “You’re shaking…” she starts. Am I?  He wonders.  He looks down at his hands and realizes that…