• How I Became an Extended Breastfeeding Mom

    How I Ended Up Breastfeeding a Toddler (and loving it)

    Before my son was born, I planned to breastfeed for a year. Maybe 18 months if we both wanted to keep going. But anything past that seemed like a long time to give up my body. Cut to three and a half years later, and I am still breastfeeding my son. Happily.  Sometimes I ask myself how I became this “crunchy” extended-breastfeeding mom. Honestly, it happened so naturally that I barely noticed. I just kept doing what I thought was best for my son and myself. This is my story—not a call for everyone to breastfeed into toddlerhood. I’m writing it because I think there’s power in mothers sharing their honest stories.…

  • Why I Only Have One Child
    Health,  Motherhood

    Why I Only Have One Child

    When my son was about six months old, the comments began. Time for another one, they said. He needs a sibling. At first I laughed it off. I blamed lack of sleep and fresh memories of childbirth. But with each of my son’s milestones, my excuses started to get weaker and weaker. Because the truth felt shameful: my body and mind were too broken to have another baby.  I’d been developing Chronic Fatigue Syndrome for years, but it flared to its worst form when my son was eight months old. I was bed-bound for weeks at a time, too exhausted to do anything but breastfeed and crippled by guilt that I couldn’t…

  • Motherhood,  Travel

    Raising Bébé in France

    When my son was four months old, we moved to a tiny village in the South of France. It was the most idyllic place I’d ever lived, with 18th century stone façades, vineyards, and a quiet river running through. The perfect setting to raise a child. Like most women, I’d imagined my parenting style would look something like my own mother or the moms I saw on social media. But moving out of American culture and into French felt like stepping into a world of possibilities. I could suddenly be something very different than anything I’d ever seen. Cultural pressures were still there, of course, but they felt muted by distance…

  • Personal Updates

    One Word 2016: Return

    2015 was a wild year for me: I gave birth to a beautiful boy, moved to Southern France, and began leading a Discipleship Training School with my husband. We fueled our 12-hour workdays with baby-interrupted sleep and an unspeakable amount of coffee. RISE was my vision word for the year, and it couldn’t have been more accurate. There was much rising from sleep this year, and even more ‘rising to the occasion’ as I took on two new jobs—motherhood and school leadership—with little training and no idea how difficult each could prove. It was a year of high capacity, and though I’m tired, I also feel more accomplished than I have…

  • Motherhood,  Personal Updates

    One Word 2015: Rise

    If you followed my previous blog, you may remember my One Word post from last year. After a difficult season, I chose RECLAIM as my vision word for 2014, and it turned out to be more than fitting. Since writing that post, I’ve reclaimed my health, creativity, and identity. I left behind oppressive systems and theologies, and I walked into a new understanding of God’s last-will-be-first kingdom. Everything blossomed again. This year, with all kinds of exciting opportunities on the horizon, I’m finding it easier to choose a vision word and expect good things to come of it. My One Word for 2015 is RISE. I love its various definitions: To move upward, to…