The first rule of goal setting is to know where you’re going. Without a clear Point B, your Point A has no purpose or direction. I’m guessing we’ve all heard this a hundred times before. But have you considered how it applies to parenting? Most of us would say our goal is to raise happy, …
My firstborn just started middle school, and our relationship has officially entered new territory. She’s growing into her own opinions, preferences, and personality. No longer am I just the teacher and authority over her life; I now get the privilege of walking alongside her, coaching and encouraging as she discovers on her own who God …
Last week I spent an entire day corralling 14 little girls through messy craft tables, bean bag toss stations, and balloon races. As the assistant. Because at “Camp Christian Girl,” my 11-year-old daughter was in charge. This special event was her idea, and it involved weeks of her planning, her organization and ultimately her delivery—and …
This post originally appeared as an exclusive article in Kirk Cameron’s new community: The Campfire. To join, sign up here. Recently one of my all-time favorite books was made into a feature film. I first read the novel years ago and fell in love with the author’s wit, charming characters and cleverly woven storylines—hilarious at …
My husband and I are building a house. Scratch that—my husband and I are thinking about building a house. We haven’t yet hired a contractor, dug any dirt, or even closed our loan on the lot. That will come soon. First, we need to agree on a stinking floor plan. “I think the girls should go …
My husband and I have different views on money. As the primary provider, he’s all about saving. As the primary nurturer, I’m often more relaxed about spending money—especially on the kids. Sometimes this causes a little, uh . . . let’s call it friction. “Momma, I want a scooter like Nick has!” Our six-year-old revealed …
I dance in the grocery store. I sing in the car—with my daughter’s friends in the back seat. And apparently, I hang out too long in the parent section of karate school where, my 11-year-old says, “none of the other older kids’ moms stay during class.” Oops. Yes, I am an embarrassment to my children—in …
When my daughter was younger, boyfriend talk was off limits. If television shows depicted boy-girl crushes, I turned them off. If books suggested kissing, I returned them to the library. If kids at school teased about “liking” each other, I told my daughter she’s too young to think about that stuff—and she agreed. But now …
I stood in the greeting card aisle scanning graduation cards. Funny, sappy, artsy or simple, they all carried the same pithy sentiments. Spread your wings and fly. If you dream it, you can do it. Now is your time to shine, grad! Do those words make you feel warm and fuzzy? Or, like me, do …
“Do you want to do drop-off today?” I glanced at my daughter’s face in the rear-view mirror. She scrunched her freckled nose, leaned back into her car seat and cracked a sly smile. “Sure. I’m strong enough now.” “Really?” My eyebrows shot up. “Yep. I can do it.” “Okay.” I veered to the school carpool …
