Dear Babies I have Bore,  You teach your Mama and she be slow.
Every day we throw back the quilts and we do life together all day in these four walls and you six children teach this one hard heart what it means to love. Read more

Allow these words–I urge you to read and ponder them carefully–from a Confederate soldier named Hugh A. White about his mother, to spur you on to the noble task of motherhood as we ponder and celebrate this beloved calling… Read more

Every day we parent not one child, or even a few children, but every day we parent innumerable, countless children. When I raise my voice, frustrated with a child, I speak to generations of children. When I wipe away a tear, comfort, listen, I honor centuries of children.  Read more

There is a dying to produce life. God knew that. And that death that seems painful to us at times, He knew would bring about "many seeds". Read more (Excellent!)

Mother ducks don’t line nests with feathers, dirty and trampled, the molted and unnecessary. Why would I? Nests need feathers fresh, warm with mother’s life. Night descends and calls children to dreams. I lead them to their bed-gate, arms and legs under quilts worn from the ride. I read stories, stroke hair, say prayers. Prayers to Him who plucked hard from His own heart. A sacrifice, staggering and true, for love of His very own. We learn love from His laid down.  (Highly Recommended!) Read more