At first, I think I felt like I wasn’t a complete Catholic mom, in some ways, because I didn’t fit neatly into one of the boxes I had created in my mind about what a Catholic mom should be. But over this past year, that has changed. I am realizing that Catholic moms come in as wide a variety as the women who embody that name.
I think it may be helpful for us to reframe our idea of what homemaking means. To broaden it, and give it room to breathe. To create space for the diversity of women of faith, our unique gifts and strengths, and the different phases of our lives.
My mom, Linda, is an amazingly strong lady. She's known for her hospitality and service to the community. She's fought many battles and won them. And she's being asked to fight a familiar battle once again. We found out recently that she has breast cancer for the second time, unrelated to her first cancer from … Continue reading Prayer Request for My Mom
Fertility Awareness teaches a woman to understand her body.
Your work has value, just as your motherhood has value. The messages about some sort of inherent contradiction between babies and dreams are a lie.
I’ve been finding great joy lately leaning into my “Catholic Mom-ness.” The list below is built of little, thoughtful things beyond the crucifixes and rosaries that are often found in a Catholic home. They have made me smile time and time again in the middle of the noise that is raising and homeschooling our four … Continue reading Five Home and Decor Ideas for Catholic Moms
A few days a week, I get to a point where I ask (usually in exasperation): “Why can’t I even just finish a single thought?!” It’s often after hours of homeschooling the kids, trying to place online grocery pick up, folding a basket of laundry, sending a few emails, feeding the children, in a flurry … Continue reading The Hidden Blessing in Being Interrupted
I'm learning to redefine success by leaning into our ultimate goals as parents: to help our children become saints.
Option two is the voice that tells me there have been many quiet saints made of mothers throughout time, most of whom we’ve never even heard of. It tells me that this calling can purify me and build me into an example of holiness for my sake and the sake of my children. It’s the option that tells me I’m not a saint yet.
I know now very deeply how it feels to know you are forgiven by hearing it said. I know how much it has the power to heal.