Letters to Our Daughters; A Letter Worth Reading


It’s been a month since our physical move and yes, I’m slowly making my way back to this space (notice the new URL) . So please pardon the dust as I am doing a bit of ‘blog spring cleaning’.

I’ve wanted to come back to this space and write for sometime but haven’t been able to find the words to do so. My motivation has been low, my attitude has been bad, and well, today is the day I’m finally jumping back into the blogosphere linking up with Brooke over at Bye, Comparison and accepting a little blog ‘challenge’ from my dear friend Crystal – I’m joining these lovelies and writing a letter about worth to my daughters…

Nearly 9 1/2 years ago I quit my job to stay at home with our little bundle of pink cuteness. I still can’t think of anywhere else I would rather have been at that time; other than with her. The days were long but, I was so very blessed. There were diaper changes, walks to the park, cuddles, snuggles, books to be read, and hours upon hours of bonding. I was so in love-

Then, something changed – the ‘norms‘ of today’s society and the cultural expectations of women took a hold of my heart strings. My once felt feelings of bliss quickly turned sour. Although, I was (and still am) so grateful to be home with our baby (quickly followed by babies two, three, and four) it has at times seemed as if my personal worth was deflating with each passing day spent at home.

Sure, the constant juggling act of raising four kids, being a wife, and homeschooling keeps me on my toes but, I still frequently feel the pressure of society to work outside the home; you know, bring in a paycheck, help with finances, have a title, dress up, and ‘be important‘. With all of this said – what is it that measures worth?

Is it the number of diapers changed in a day?

The number of home cooked meals?

A degree earned?

Or is it bringing in a pay check and sitting in a corporate chair?

Isn’t being a Godly wife and mother worth something?

Sure, well meaning friends, family, and total strangers are quick to tell you that staying home is the hardest job on earth or that being a homeschool mom IS a job – but, do they really mean it?

I struggle- everyday! I struggle with the voices in my head telling me what I “should be doing ….” but, are the voices real or simply that of a culture that has gone astray? Who am I? And more importantly who has God made me to become?

I am after all worthy and so are you!

Dear Sweet Girls,

My wish for you in this life is to find the strength within to fight life’s battles – so dear child, choose your battles wisely as there are many along the way.

Dream as big as the mountains and may mankind never hold you back from doing great things for His kingdom – may you always remember to stop often and help others who may have gone astray.

Love deeply, love unconditionally, and ask for forgiveness often.

May your life’s journey be filled with adventure – as your life’s worth will not simply be measured by that which you reap but, rather what you have sewn along the way.

May the works of your hand sew seeds of grace, gratitude, love, respect, integrity, purity, and respect each and every step.

Remember you are loved and your worth is not mearly measured by what you wear, the money you make, nor the sacrifices you have made along the way.

He has made you worthy! You are a child of God!

Your worth is in the journey and the ever lasting mark you will one day leave behind.

Love always, Mommy

Are you a mom who also struggles with staying home? Are you a mom who is trying to run your own home business or juggle the many hats of a working mom? Then stick around – there is a lot more coming from this writing ‘well’.



The other day my littlest one woke up from a nap as I was heading up the stairs from switching laundry (as always) my oldest said “mommy I’ll get her”. All was quiet, a few giggles, and then I walked into the baby’s room to find “2” munchkins in the crib!! Pumpkin climbed in and was playing with K.Bear. How did she get in? Of coarse she couldn’t get out and needed help….which included whining….complaining…”I’m stuck”…….carry on… carry on..

This past week I was flying solo my hubby was away on business and I had a list of things a mile long to accomplish, juggle, and tackle. I was brought back to this crib incident frequently throughout the week and thinking how ironic it is that when my oldest needs help with something I’m quick to say “just ask for h-e-l-p” but at what point do we as mothers think we can “do it ourselves”?

I am a stubborn, do it myself, thanks for the offer, big plans…kinda gal and when I ask for help that must mean I really need it or I might lose my marbles. I’m happy to say with a little help from our wonderful neighbors I accomplished, survived, and enjoyed most of my week. A few bed time agggghhhhhhsss….but for the most part success!!

The to do list is still … 10 miles long but someday it will get done!! And yes, that is my oldest with a paci in her mouth goofing around!! 🙂


Do you ever wish you could change your name “Mommy”? Well, that was me yesterday my two daughters have blessed me in so many ways, but as we moms know sometimes those blessings are hard to count when kids are screaming, middle of the night feedings, and temper tantrums in public. My day started off at 4:00AM with feeding my 5 week old at which point I decided to shower bc. my husband is away fishing for the weekend. Only to step foot in the shower and hear my 3 year old yell “Mommy, I have to go potty.” I knew at that exact moment I was going to be in trouble the rest of the day. The day proceeded with a 5 min shower, two napless children, and one crabby Mama…..

Despite what the day may bring our way as mothers we love our kids and will conquer the day with great strength to be the best Mommy we can be!!

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