188 posts by mrs.ktparrish@gmail.com

I sang Great is Thy Faithfulness at church Sunday for the special music.  I thought about saying something before singing, but then I realized that I needed all the strength I could just to get through the song, so I decided not to.  But this is what I would have said Sunday morning if I could have preached for about 15 minutes: If you don’t know, I lost my father to cancer when I was 12 years old.  Reflectively speaking, I think I’ve done pretty well for a person who grew up for the most part without a father.  Mostly because of my incredible mother.  But if you’ve ever lost someone close to you, you know it’s not something you ever really get over.  Not a day goes by that I don’t think about him, or wish he had been around for a certain moment in time, or thought about seeing him love his grandchildren. So when we stood in the choir loft on Father’s Day and heard my sweet friend sing the words to the beautiful choir anthem of that day, Worthy, Worthy is the Lamb that was slain for us,  O what wondrous love is this! We’ll sing

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It’s been a long time since I wrote on this little blog of mine, and I feel like I owe you all an explanation. Things were booming in this project of mine.  I went viral for a bit.  I even got recognized in public. That’s a super weird experience by the way. But then it just…stopped… Not the shares, or the likes, or the stats of the blog. Me.  I stopped. Life went haywire for me shortly after my post went viral.  One day….one day….I will share in great detail about what I went through in 2016.  It’s not completely my story to tell.  There are other people involved, and I want to have full disclosure when I am finally able to let it all out. But it’s not really their story either.  It’s God’s story. I had to learn some things in 2016.  In order to do that, God had to take some things away from me.  One of those things was my desire to write. Stories wouldn’t come.  My fingers wouldn’t work.  I would log into my site and sit blankly in front of a screen.  Nothing.  No inspiration. And those feelings are confusing.  I thought I was

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Oh, my sweet angel.  You turned five today! Five seems like such a huge milestone, and I’m not handling it well at all.  You are growing up way too quickly, and I know this year will bring big changes for you.  You will go to “real” school in the fall, and you will make new friends, eat in a new lunch room, and have new teachers apart from the daycare you’ve been attending basically your entire life.  I know you aren’t the least bit nervous about it, but me – I’m terrified. I should take some bravery hints from you.   You amaze me. You’re reading.  And I don’t mean just regular sight words.  I mean real live books.  You love to read Cat in the Hat, and you are trying to read every store sign and text message and advertisement you see. I know every parent believes their child is exceptional, and I’ll throw my hat in that ring.  You are absolutely brilliant.  You are creative with a huge imagination.  I can see the wheels turning in your head when you are trying to understand things.  You can connect stories and characters like someone way past your age. Especially

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The other night at a baby shower for some sweet friends, we seasoned parents were asked to give some advice to the newbies. Being the OG mom in the group, I had some sage advice for my friends as they embark on this insane trip of parenthood.  As I’ve thought more about it, and at the urging of some friends who enjoy my parenthood mishaps on social media, I decided to come up with the ultimate list of parenthood tips for you today. Now, let’s get one thing clear – I am not a parenting expert.  I am probably a pretty terrible parent by textbook standards.  I raise my voice probably a bit too much, and I also am not very consistent in my discipline at times.  My kids love McDonald’s, and we’ve watched Trolls fifteen times this week.  Our kids went to bed way too late last night because we just couldn’t drag ourselves away from Flip or Flop long enough for bedtime routines (three cheers for the pause button).  I don’t do things right all the time, but honestly, I don’t really care.  Which leads me to point number one… 1. Don’t listen to anyone else.  Ever.  (Ok, well except

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Last night, I painted ten little chubby fingers and ten little chubby toes the perfect shade of Sofia purple.  I brushed her long blonde hair, and she picked out her favorite pink dress, pink headband, and “pretty” shoes.  I led her to my jewelry box and she giggled as I pulled out my pearl necklace and fastened it around her neck. She waited not-so-patiently for her date to arrive, talking about what fun things she and her beau might do.  She had never been on a date before, and she was a bit nervous.  She danced down the hall and clicked her fancy shoes and waited for the moment. Then the doorbell rang, and she poked her head around the corner.  Is this it?  She opened the door slowly, and stood in shock. Her daddy was standing there in his nice clothes holding a bouquet of beautiful flowers. He hugged her tight and told her how beautiful she looked, and she grinned and smelled her flowers. After a few photos, they left for a magical evening at Chick Fil A, dessert at Coldstone, and a trip down the princess aisle at Target. When they returned home, she all but floated into the living

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I have too long neglected this blog of mine.  I’m going to try to be better.  Regular life consumes you, you know?  My kids are insane, my job is demanding, and I have to have some peace.  Writing used to be my peace, and now I’m going to make it happen again. As of recently, I’ve been a bit outspoken about the current political and social climate.  Ok, so that’s not actually “recently.”  I’ve always been this way. My poor mother.  I think I’m slowly killing her.  I’ve apologized multiple times to her because she unwillingly gave birth to an activist. For those of you who I am friends with (and my equally poor family) who are starting to believe that I’ve gone off the liberal deep-end, I want to explain how I arrived at my certain set of conclusions. Disclaimer:  I’m not baiting anyone with this post.  If you respond to this with anything other than civil discord, please use the backspace button liberally.  I am simply offering an ideology that explains me, my viewpoints, and my beliefs.  I’m not trying to change your mind about anything.  There’s this cool thing about the internet:  you can see something you disagree

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Dear John Paul, You’re two years old today. And you are every bit of two years old. You are into everything, and you never ever stop.  You are constantly at open speed, zooming around the house leaving a trail of destruction behind you. You love to make a mess.  You think it’s hilarious to turn the tv off while people are watching it, and you also think it’s funny to play in the dog bowls.  You splashed so much in the tub one night I had to hang the bath mat up to dry.  My walls have beautiful art at knee height from the night you found a permanent marker.  You broke my fantasy football trophy, and I’m waiting for you to fly through the glass panes of my grandmother’s china cabinet.  For a long time, the play pen was no longer for play – it was “baby jail.” You also throw things.  A lot.  And very well.  Your aim is spot on.  While I spy baseball and football in our future, I wait with baited breath for you to launch a milk cup through the tv. You’re always dirty.  I don’t know what you get into, but your face

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It’s been a year since my post To My Husband in this Weird Phase of Life went viral. And by viral, I mean it has had over 500,000 views on my blog alone, not counting the over 1 million views on other websites that picked it up.  I would love to be able to know exactly how many Facebook shares it has had, but I can only guess that it’s over 300k.  It was the most shared and viewed post on For Every Mom for 2015. That’s mind-blowing. I’ve never painted myself as a perfect person.  I make mistakes.  A lot of mistakes.  I’ve never painted my marriage as perfect.  We have to work really really hard for our marriage not to crumble and fall to pieces.  It has not been easy for us.  By no means do I believe I am any sort of expert on marriage, parenting, Christianity, or life in general.  I’m just me, writing words down as I feel them and life as I experience it. It’s amazing what honesty will do for a person.  In conversation with a colleague one day, I said something to the effect of that I don’t really care what people

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Sometimes motherhood can make you really raw. This kind of raw hurts.  It exposes parts of you that you didn’t know existed, and if you did know about them, you fought really hard to keep them quiet.  But they all come out when the mothering starts. Maybe it’s your bear side fiercely protecting your children in ways that your friends and family might feel are a bit wigged out. Maybe it’s your crazy side who popped up when you stepped on the third lego this morning. Maybe it’s your scary side that appears like a werewolf with gnashing teeth when your kid screams for an hour about eating pork chops. Maybe it’s your lazy side that cuts corners with baths and vegetables and hair brushing. Maybe it’s the realization that maybe you just don’t like parenting very much.  You like your kids.  But you just don’t like parenting. Whatever it is, we all have it.  There’s not a mother around who can honestly say she’s never lost her ever-loving mind with her kids about something really stupid like losing doll shoes that you told her not to take off, or soaking his shirt in the dog’s water bowl five seconds before you need to

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I want to write about fun things again. But I simply have no motivation with the way things are right now. Maybe one day I can get back to posting regularly and it will uplift your spirits in the way my words used to. But my heart is sad and my fingers just can’t seem to find the right words to give you much anymore. I had to excuse myself from the end of a family gathering this morning. I had held it in as long as I could and I couldn’t hide it anymore. Ben came to wrap his arms around me because he knew what was happening and I fell apart as soon as I smelled his cologne so close to my nose. I begged him to not ever let it be him. It can’t be him. We need him too much. Yet again, three more brothers in blue won’t ever walk the streets again. Three more brothers lost in this endless game of us versus them and them versus us. At first, I say to myself that I don’t know what we are doing to each other or how we got here. But then I realize that

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