When my kids were younger, my husband and I did a lot of faith-at-home practices throughout the year.
What in the world it must have been like to be the oldest brother of Jesus?! Really, what would it be like to share space with a sibling who is the Son of God?
I remember that first pick-up — he was sweaty, hoarse, stinky, and did not want to leave.
Though we are not out of the woods yet, I’ve already begun looking in the rear-view mirror. In doing so, I’ve found some amazing gifts from this time.
So often children and young people are perceived as only receivers of Christian Formation. In reality they have so much to offer us.
Some days it’s hard for me to think about the last 24 months or so. I have gone from being an 18-month plan-ahead kind of person to a taking-it-one-day-at-a- time kind of person.
When the social isolation impacts of the Coronavirus began, I was talking to my kids’ shared godmother about how she was doing.
Our family likes to celebrate and decorate for just about every holiday.
My family was working our way through a 14-day Valen-Kinds daily devotion. This year, as we inch towards Valentine’s Day, I am more than ready to get out the big felt heart, scripture sticks, and notecards.
In 2015, as my family raced through the fall, my then first grader and three-year-old were already talking about Christmas. Barely past his 7th birthday in October, my son had moved onto Christmas. One day he asked, “Why can’t we just skip to Christmas? Advent is so boring!”