God works all things—even the gritty moments of parenting—for the good of those who love him.
On a recent family road trip, we stopped at least once an hour. No exaggeration. By the fifth potty stop for the same child, it was all I could do to hold my tongue as we walked to the restroom. I felt impatience filling me like a balloon, and I was about to burst.
“I’m not a robot.” So said the three-year-old...Here is a collection of my children's thoughts and questions, spoken between ages two and five years old.
My sister had just found out she was expecting her first baby when I saw her last winter. When I wondered and guessed and outright asked if she was pregnant. When we giggled and wept and hugged in the car. And then lockdown.