Teach them to love Jesus, learning, adventure, and each other.
It was kind of like an exchange program. Within days, we had said goodbye to my son and hello and welcome to a tall nephew who was to take my son's place for 10 days. He got his bed, coat hooks, shoe shelf, toothbrush drawer, and video game controller. And most of all, he got... Continue Reading →
"I'll blindfold him; it'll be fine." That sounds very suspicious if taken out of context. A big brother and I had just returned with a pair of sneakers from the clearance section at the outlet store. With his birthday on the horizon, the littlest brother eagerly submitted to the whole 'blindfold situation.' And with a... Continue Reading →
"Why does your face look like that?" he asked as he swiftly skied up beside me. "Like what?" I retorted. "Like you're angry, confused, or scared all at once?" he replied. It was my concentration face. I couldn't help it. It was my 'Don't fall over, avoid the yellow rope drop-off bit of the hill... Continue Reading →
"Mom, can I eat these?!" He asked, his hand still inside the cupboard grasping a bag of goldfish crackers. "No way man, those are for Sunday." I said, shaking my head. In our experience, goldfish crackers have been a snack staple in Sunday school classrooms since the dawn of time. But, remember when life came... Continue Reading →
As my boys have gotten older the topics of our conversations have definitely changed. It's often uncomfortable to talk about difficult things, but it's important, and so I do. I don't give them all the information, but I definitely give them some of it. We were reading the story of Moses the other night... Continue Reading →
I teach them so many things... like not to drink expired milk, and how to safely cross an intersection. How not to shoot their brothers in the eyeball with a Nerf dart, and how to put the toilet seat down... even though it still seems super optional 85% of the time. How to apologize, clean... Continue Reading →
Dear sliding white pocket door, I'm sorry I prematurely judged you so harshly. I'm also sorry that I squished up my face a little, bulged out my eyes a lot, and then said multiple phrases like, "What's the deal with that?" or, "I wonder who thought this was a good design idea back in the... Continue Reading →
"Thank you God for our food, for my family, and for our new house. Amen." A little boy said with his head bent over his cereal bowl, and a spoon in hand. That's been a regular prayer at our house for a long time. We had been so used to praying it, so used to... Continue Reading →
"What is that?" he asked. I looked inside the final bag of groceries the heaven-sent delivery service had just brought to my door. "Oh, that's a butternut squash. We're going to make some soup today!" I pulled it out of the bag and set it on the counter, and then simultaneously my son and I... Continue Reading →
In 12 days we're moving to the country part time for a few weeks. In 12 days we'll be 'housesitting' a house that doesn't actually need to be housesat. In 12 days we'll be temporarily trading in full time apartment living for part time dwelling in a spacious place. The only neighbours underneath us, far... Continue Reading →
Rebecca Bergman 