By Jenny Dendinger
My family recently celebrated my daughter’s 15th birthday, so I shared a few pictures on social media. Many of our family and friends left comments wishing her a happy birthday with a few of them teasing that she needs to stop growing up. Read More
By Ana Borden
Recently, we traveled to Disney World. Face coverings were still required and hiding cast members’ smiles, however there was still a sense of recognition thanks to a friendly hand wave.
As Americans we are used to this gesture, and, as customary, we wave and acknowledge back, which is a sign of recognition and acceptance. Read More
By Megan Lacourrege
The road to healing after experiencing two miscarriages has been a challenging one for me and my family. There are no one-size-fits-all ways to approach the grief journey one goes on after such a loss.
I have been particularly affected by the fact that I have four children, but people only see two. Part of my path was creating visual acknowledgements of my babies who have died around my home. I made silhouette representations of both babies for my family picture wall. I also made a memorial display for the ultrasound picture I cherish of my baby, Jessie. Read More
By Leslie W. Bertucci
“And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age” (Matthew 28:20).
I have lived long enough to see myriad examples of God keeping his promise to be with us always. It should not surprise me when I see fresh evidence of his faithfulness. And yet it does. Read More
By Ty Salvant
Recently, Derrick and I discovered that we were expecting another baby. While it took a minute to wrap our heads around being parents of seven children, by the time our first doctor’s appointment arrived, I was ready. It was early, really early – too early to detect a heartbeat, but certainly, enough to see the beginning of our baby.
Some of the early conversations I had with myself included our large family size, our schedule and the increased odds of complications due to my advanced maternal age. But I was ready. Read More
By Greg Zambrano
Recently in preparation for Divine Mercy Sunday, my kids and I prayed the Stations of the Cross at home.
Since there are 14 stations and I have two kids, so I decided to give one child the lead on the first seven stations, and the younger one the lead on stations 8-14. Read More
By Kristy Solis
A friend sent me this quote, “Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regret. Love the people who treat you right and forget about the ones who don’t.”
It made me reflect on “what does it really mean to love one another?” Read More
By Stacy LaMorte
As I was walking into school on yet another rainy morning this week, I was following behind a preschooler and her mother. They were both decked out in their rain boots and ponchos, and mom was carrying an umbrella. She was holding her daughter’s hand with her free hand as they made their way down the long sidewalk in the steady rain. Read More
By Kristen Bourgeois
I recently went to visit my uncle, my dad’s youngest brother, who was hospitalized for stage four lung cancer that has metastasized to his brain.
I had a hard time debating with myself to go visit or not. It’s more complicated than just cancer. As if cancer wasn’t hard enough; I had to check-in with my motives as to why I wanted to visit. Read More
By Mary Bruno
Couples frequently choose to grow their families by adding a child. Sometimes that new bundle of joy comes through the gift of a pregnancy, and sometimes it comes through the gift of adoption.
Both require incredible self-sacrifice and are incredibly rewarding. Both require thorough discernment. Neither are superior, but many couples find themselves battling certain fears. Some can’t help but feel that a biological child is the best way to fill their hearts and complete their family. Some view adoption as a consolation for not being able to get pregnant. Read More
By Leslie W. Bertucci
Imagine a child sitting in his mother’s lap, murmuring to her while fingering the beads of her necklace, while she shows him the pictures of a book. Each page she turns takes the child deeper into a beautiful spiritual mystery.
Perhaps they’re sitting in a rocking chair, and the rhythm of the rocking matches the rise and fall of the child’s sing-song voice as he glides one bead after another along the string fastened around the neck of his beloved mother. Read More