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It happens every time we go to the gardens. A beautiful place that seems so magical, how could she resist the urge to enter into a story and become part of a fairyland? “Mommy, can we play together?” Ellie asks. I look down at her, her big blue eyes staring at me full of anticipation, …

I sit at the top of the 20-foot inflatable slide. Ellie – along with her friends – wait for me to do something awesome going down the slide. It all started as I did an involuntary flip. One of my daughter’s friend saw it and she thought it was cool, so she told all the …

Before I became a mom, I was familiar with the phrase, “It takes a village to raise a child.” I sat through many baby dedications; I stood and prayed committing myself to help raise the children being presented to God. Every time, after one of these baby dedications, I would also say a prayer of …

There was no hesitation, no wobbly steps, no loosing balance. When Ellie began to walk, that is what she did. She walked. She pushed herself to a stand in the middle of the kitchen and walked straight to me. A first that somehow defined precision. Nichole, on the other hand, had muscle tone to conquer. …

Every night as I drag myself to bed and my family is sleeping, I think, “Why can’t I be more disciplined?” Too many nights I go to bed late. Unlike Cinderella, the clock strikes midnight and I am still going, most likely wasting time on-line. There is the catching up on my e-mail, or checking …

“Mom, sometimes, when I look at Nichole she is so cute that I feel like crying because my heart is so full of love.” There are times I look at my children and I feel like crying because of the intense love I feel for them. It is a love so hard to contain that …

It has been a productive morning. The pile of dirty laundry is now a pile of clean laundry. The breakfast dishes have been loaded in the dishwasher, and dinner is cooking in the Crockpot. Even better, I took a shower and got dressed before noon. While the girls play nicely in the living room, I …

“Did somebody here lose a little girl?” I heard the man’s voice calling from the opposite side of the house. I dropped the purple sheets and jumped from the top bunk. Within seconds, I was running past the living room as Cinderella’s fairy godmother sang, “Bibidi babidi boo.” Nichole was missing. I ran to the …

They say that a large percentage of women who receive a prenatal diagnosis of Down syndrome have an abortion. But I will not point my finger at the women who have given their babies back to God without ever holding them in their arms. Why? Because I understand. I know how they felt. Although abortion …

I hold my oldest on my lap first thing in the morning. She is long and skinny, yet somehow she still fits in my arms. She lets me hold her because she knows it means a lot to me, yet I know she would rather run around the house and play. I tickle her and …