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Part 2: Are you a fighter?

wedding rings

So….are you still in the ring???

 I wrote a blog a few weeks ago called “Are you a fighter?” I was pleasantly surprised at the wonderful response to this blog. It seemed that so many people were either feeling the way that I did, in that they wanted someone to fight for them, or they felt convicted about not fighting for their spouse or loved one. The challenge I presented was for us to challenge our loved ones to “fight for us everyday.”

So….how can I fight for my spouse or loved one? How can I fight for my family?

Well,…how about letting someone know that you are fighting for them?


Wow…this one is so tough. It requires us to be vulnerable and possibly open to hurt. Since my blog, my husband has pulled me into a hug several times and told me, “I’m fighting for us.” He has also told me that the challenge that I presented to him was…..“life changing”.

“It was exactly what I needed…”  he said.

We all want to be heard. Sometimes we want others to “know us” and “figure out” what we need. That’s ridiculous…and you know it. That’s our way of not being “real” with ourselves or our loved ones. We need to communicate our feelings, our hopes, our dreams, our anxieties. Have you ever noticed how sometimes just hearing yourself say something relieves your anxiety?. Especially if you are a SAHM, you NEED to talk. You need to have adult communication.

What about in our family? Does every family member have a “voice”? Do you know what your kids love doing? What their interests are? Do you really “know” your kids, or wife, your husband? I have found that the most important tool we can give our children is the ability to listen. Don’t assume what a person is thinking….ask them. Don’t assume that you know why your child is frustrated…ask them. Maybe you don’t like the huge temper tantrum that your child is throwing but….could you have avoided it? Do they have certain “triggers” that if you knew them well enough, you could have helped them work through it? Last night, we sent our kids to bed early because they were being totally crazy….well, most of them. Well, I could hear the sobs of the Fashionista…and it was not her typical cry. It was heart-wrenching. I turned to my husband and said, “we need to call her back down and ask her why she is crying. I think I know why but I want to hear her say it.”

I had a feeling she felt..betrayed.

She was awesome….all day.

She banged out all her chores, happily and worked so well playing with the other little ones. When she came down, she said what I was thinking, …

“I don’t think it’s fair that I go to bed early. I had a GREAT day!”

And she was right. She got to stay up til 8:30, her normal bedtime.

We teach our kids to talk to us. We have taught them that we may not like what they have to say but we want to hear it. We want them to communicate with us.

2    Change the priority…make this person more important than yourself.

Instead of asking yourself, “What have you done for me lately?” Look to see how you can do for this loved one in your life.

When we start the game of tallying, we are never satisfied. By tallying, I mean, “well, you let me go out once last week, but you went out twice this week.” If you think like this, you will always have the short end of the stick. If you are communicating with your spouse or loved one, and address the need to have some “personal time”, that should be enough. If your voice is being “heard”, what does it matter how your “tallies” fall. In addition, if both you and your loved one have accepted the challenge to “fight” for your family, then you have someone who is already looking at putting you first. When you have your “biggest fan” living with you, it changes your whole outlook on what your home life can look like. You are competing to see who can love each other more….everyone wins!!!! Look at the following scenarios:

Scenario#1: I want to sleep in but my wife has been up all night with a sick baby.

Action: I’m going to jump up and grab the baby when I hear him/her. I’m going to allow my wife to sleep in. I’m going to start the coffee so when she wakes up, she knows that I’ve thought of her.

The results: most likely your wife wakes up and is overwhelmed by this act. This act, that required little money/time, has catapulted her day. You have been influential in putting that extra “pep” in her step. In addition, you got to have some quality time with the baby. Maybe he or she snuggled with you or laughed and it was a moment that you would have missed.

Scenario #2: My husband has been so stressed lately. He’s been rubbing his neck and complaining about not sleeping due to a pain in his neck.

Action: I’m going to surprise him with a back massage early Saturday morning. I’m going to leave him a note on his pillow for when he comes home to get changed from work. I’m going to tell him in my note that I’m so thankful for how hard he works and that I think he could use this appointment. I have taken care of everything. It’s paid for and the time set.

Result: Your husband might come down and just hug you. You recognized a need and you met it. You addressed the need for him to provide and thanked him.

The fact is that selflessness breeds more selflessness much like selfishness breeds more selfishness. When my husband does something loving for me, it makes me want to do something for him as well. If he lets me sleep in, I might ask if he wants to grab a nap during the day or maybe catch some time by himself.

Which is more life-giving? Being selfish or selfless? Which one is truly “fighting”?

    Decide what kind of marriage/relationship/family you want….and go for it!

If your loved ones biggest complaint is that they have no time with you, what can you do to change that? Can you have one day a week that you come home early and hang out with the family? The hubs and I try and take out one child once a month. These are typically father-daughter, father-son, mother-son, or mother-daughter dates. They don’t have to be really expensive….ice cream out….bowling….shopping. Some months are crazy and we do more as a family and then other months we might have two dates in one month. In our family, its our way of having quality time with a growing family. Does this sound possible?

Do you feel like you will never have time? It’s amazing how little quantity time you need to have quality time. My husband was always making promises to DDD of things they could do. He  would promise him that they would go to the park and shoot hoops or throw the football after dinner and he always had other things come up. He would feel so bad. I remember one night telling him…”don’t make it such a big event. Just randomly give him time. 5 minutes here…10 minutes there. It means the world to him and its a nice break for you.” Sometimes, he will just text me to send DDD up to his office and they will wrestle. Sometimes he will have DDD set up a lego battle in his room and they will randomly take 10 minutes and battle. These “little moments” really mean nothing in terms of the work required by us, but to a child it shows we care.

Can you surprise your family with a four day weekend? What if you planned everything? Do you want to be more involved in your kids’ lives? Are you just so busy that you are like ships “passing in the night”??…plan a family meeting. Sit down and share schedules. Make it your responsibility to  know what your families schedule is during the week. Make sure you are “involved” in the life of your family. Make time for a family dinner. Ask your kids to talk to you about their project at school, or their favorite activity this season? Can you pick up a child and take them to practice? Can you alleviate one of your spouse’s errands for that week?

If you want more of a romantic relationship, work on that….plan romantic “moments” in your day. Send flowers from work. Grab her hand while you are watching TV and just hold it. Have a babysitter “show up” at your house with a pizza for the kids and tell your wife that she is going on a date. Surprise her with sweet notes when she opens the fridge, or her dresser. Leave notes for your husband on the bathroom mirror. Text him little loving thoughts during the day. Give her/him reasons to think of you during the day. Create a romantic basket (like the one pictured below) and sit it out on the counter…..plan a time this week when you can open it and have time after work/school. Additionally, we have to remember that our children are also taking “clues” on how relationships work. If you are trying to raise a gentleman, be one! If you are trying to raise a loving daughter with self-respect, be her ultimate role-model!


a romantic gift basket…

   Admit your failures.

This is sooo key. I can’t tell you how awesome it is when my husband shares with me that he was planning something that didn’t work out. He may be frustrated and I don’t know why. Simply admitting his own frustrations at his time limitations or work burdens makes me smile that he was trying to put me first. “I was hoping to get home before dinner to make dinner for you but I got stuck at a meeting that lasted too long.” Or how about, I have really been trying to put you first but I’m really overwhelmed at work and it’s affecting us.” Sometimes, it’s really nice to know that there was a “plan of action” that didn’t work out. You know?!


Pray for the desire to love and be loved.

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.“- Phillipians 4:13

Pray for added strength when selfish tendencies surface. Wake up everyday and renew your commitment to fight the good fight for your partner, and your family.

“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith” 2 Timothy 4:7

My prayer is that you will continue to defend yourself over every “blow” that comes your way. That you will stand tall as you defend your loved one and your family.

God bless,



Are you a fighter?

My husband is a natural born fighter. It’s one of the things that I love about him. I always feel safe when I’m with him. I know that, physically, he could protect me in any situation…and maybe die trying.

He’s also an idealist. Nothing ever seems clean enough, perfect enough, etc. Sometimes…it drives me crazy. He has these visions of how our children should be raised and how our house should always look (yeah…good luck with that, buddy). But on the other hand, he believes that all things are possible….he’s an idealist!!! He dreams of owning his own business and talks about how we are going to retire owning our own bed and breakfast. If only he married someone who was more of a doer….unfortunately, he looks to me to help make all that happen.  Hopefully, we can make SOME things happen.

In addition…he’s the guy that you want on your side in an argument. He is precise in his thinking…persuasive in his arguments. He doesn’t back down unless he comes to your way of thinking…then heaven help the other side. I love to watch him in a good debate or a family “discussion” for that matter. People are drawn to him when he speaks, which makes him the incredible salesmen that he is.


My husband with his best friend and faithful “fighter”, his brother Shawn.

He’s a fighter.

He’s passionate about fighting. He can be found sparring in the mirror and he’s been teaching our son to box at night for a few months now. I love to watch his enthusiasm if my son gets a great right hook in. It lights up his face. My son just loves that time. Getting his aggression out, while spending quality time with his dad.

I married a fighter.

But sometimes…I think he misses the ring.

He misses the fight.

Life gets the best of him. He feels old and tired and just gets stuck in the rut of waiting for the next fight. The routine gets old…it seems like the same thing every day. Work, eat, sleep….repeat. I think a lot of men feel this way.

They don’t know what’s wrong but they feel kinda depressed. If you ask them what’s up…they don’t know. They could get snippy, angry or just moody. The family starts to suffer. .. Tension abounds. Then…we, as their wives, or girlfriends start thinking that its “us” or that they don’t care. Our doubt, or insecurities take over and we start a downward spiral. They say, “it’s not about you”. We feel frustrated and helpless.

Let me stop here to make a quick point… deserve the best! Did you know that? Do you really know that??!!! Expect it….demand it….dream big. This is where I plug an awesome book that I read a few years ago….,TopRight,1,0_SH20_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg

Captivating by John and Stasi Eldredge

“Most women think they have to settle for a life of efficiency and duty, chores and errands, striving to be the women they “ought” to be but often feeling they have failed…..but her heart is still there.  She loves to be swept up in a romance, to play an irreplaceable role in a great adventure, to be the Beauty of the story.”

Could your heart be longing for more?

Are you afraid to ask for it?

Afraid to admit it?

Throw this book in your amazon cart if you haven’t read it. You won’t regret it!

Learn about being the beauty. Starting with your worth as the daughter of a heavenly king.

Ok…..sorry…I’m random.

Now….back to our main blog point…..

 What if we challenged these fighters????…….

what if we gave them something to fight for???…..

This was what my husband heard when he entered our kitchen a few days ago. It was really quiet and I was washing dishes. He had been emotionally distant and I finally had a few minutes to think about it. I started thinking about what was really bothering me about his behavior. I know I have an incredible husband and father but…I thought I deserved more…

This was our conversation:

Hubs: What’s wrong? Are you crying?

Me: yeah…I’ve got a lot of stuff to talk to you about. I’m just not happy.

Hubs: Please stop crying…it makes me so sad. What’s up?


…….. I want you to fight for me. I want you to wake up every day fighting for the chance to be loved by me. Only me. I want to go to bed knowing that you loved me in the way that only you can. I want to be assured of your love on a daily basis.

Hub: So…you don’t think I fight for you? (thinking…)

Me: nope.

Hub: ok….

Me: I think you rest on the notion that I love you and will always be here. I don’t think you try and “keep” me here. I think you can sometimes take me for granted.

Hub: wow…ok. I need to think about what that means.

Me: Well…you are heading out of town. Take some time and think about it. It’s going to be something for us to have a big discussion about.

Hub: Ok…you know I love you. (embraces me)

Me: (smile)…yeah.


Talk about throwing him a right hook. I started the fight…..a fight that I hope will last a lifetime. Now for some reassurance…

Through a text on this ride, he received this…

Please read this later…..

I am madly in love with you. I have been since our first deep discussion as we walked the campus in college. I don’t EVER want to doubt that you feel the same way. I want to know it. I want it to be integral to who you are. We need to be the FIRST thing we work on….otherwise nothing else matters….

I got this text back, from the hubs, that afternoon…

             I read your message. I love you madly as well. I am thankful for you in my life. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. I love you.

vacationing in Puerto Rico, this past Spring 2013

vacationing in Puerto Rico, this past Spring 2013

The hubs checked in with me several times a day while at his conference. Some to tell me that he loved me; to check in on my emotional state; and to let me know in the words of Kevin James on the King of Queens, “I’m thinking of you!!!”

When he returned home Wednesday night, all the kids ran to meet him at the door. I walked happily behind them.

When he kissed me, he said,

 “I’m going to fight for you. Everyday.

Sometimes I think all I need, when I’m in a funk, is you. I need you to remind me of where my focus needs to be.”

While he was away, I secured a sitter to watch the kids on Thursday night. We did something that we rarely make time for. We didn’t get dressed up. We didn’t eat at a fancy restaurant. We grabbed our laptops, papers, pens and our cell phones and we had a business meeting at Red Robin.

We talked about our schedules and our family.

Our house and how to make it more of a home.

Our children and how to make them better Christians.

We are fighting for our family.

Are we finished?


we just entered the ring.

Is this speaking to your heart?

Is this possible for you to have a discussion like this with your spouse or loved one?

Are you in the ring fighting for something?

Or are you not even aware that you, your husband, or your family are worth fighting for?

My challenge is for you, me, and everyone……

…….to be fighters.

To fight for our marriages.

To fight for our loved ones.

To fight for something.

You can read Part Two: Are you a fighter? here.

God Bless,



Tuesday Tip: Three simple words…” I love you”….

I love you.


Three simple words but…they can be the hardest to say.

My tip for today is simple.

Say it.

Say it with your words.


Say it with your hugs.

IMG_0474IMG_1196Say it with your quality time.

IMG_0802Say it to your kids.

Say it to your mom who “hates that kind of stuff”.

daddy pileSay it to your dad who “doesn’t say that kind of stuff”.

daddy comes home

Say it to your older daughter who thinks its “not cool” or “already knows how you feel”.


Say it to your son when he rolls his eyes and says, ” Come on…”


Say it as often as possible.

Don’t wait til its too late.

People NEVER really regret telling people that they love them.

They regret NEVER saying it.

Daddy’s gifts…..priceless loveletters…

My husband recently returned from a work trip to Florida with two little yellow ducks for Mini Me and Miss Missy. Work trips are always hard on the kids but sometimes Daddy will surprise them with a little “I was thinking of you” present. As I came in Miss Missy’s bedroom to give her a little kiss goodnight, I saw her sweet little face asleep with her arms wrapped tight around that duck……with her arms wrapped tight around the neck of her dad, cause…let’s be honest….that’s really what this duck is all about. This  little duck reminds her that she is loved….deeply….by her daddy. Who wouldn’t want a crazy, yellow duck!!!!

Two girlies and a duck

Two girlies and a duck

Vintage Teddy Bear Figurine Collection

It looked something like this……=)

This duck reminds me of my own “duck” growing up. It was a teddy bear figurine that my dad had purchased in a little country store in North Carolina. But to understand…..let’s go back for a minute….

When I was a young girl, my dad wasn’t very involved in my everyday activities. My mom would buy me birthday presents and say that they were from my dad and he would smile, looking to see what he got me. I was a kid…but I wasn’t stupid. I knew my dad would have no clue what to get me or what I even liked. But, I was a daddy’s girl and I hung on his every word. I longed for anytime I could get alone with him, which wasn’t very often. My dad was traditional…he worked long, hard hours as a fire chief, and expected his wife to take care of everything “inside the house”. However, I think he neglected to see his true “calling” as a young father. His upbringing lacked the tenderness that my children get from their dad, and I believe that made it difficult for him to assume that he would really know how to be tender…he just struggled not to be rough. I think he neglected to see how vital he was to my upbringing. What he didn’t realize was that…I thought he hung the moon…=)

My birthday weekend, my dad was out of town. His dad was physically struggling and my dad had returned to his childhood home to help out. I will never forget that night when he returned home. He said, “hey…Tammi. I have a birthday present for you”, and handed me a brown paper bag. My mom, who was busy in the kitchen, came through to see what it was. I’m sure she was just as stunned as I was. From that bag, I pulled out the coolest bear figurine. My dad proceeded to tell me that he stopped off at our “family favorite ” antique store and picked it up for me. At the time, I was obsessed with teddy bear figurines and had started a collection on top of my dresser. I had NO IDEA that my dad even knew that. After thanking him, I ran to my room to find a place on my dresser for that bear, a huge smile across my face. My dad…remembered. =) My dad…thought of me….=) My dad doesn’t remember that bear or that memory….but I do. That bear found his way to my college dorm and later in my first born’s baby nursery.

My dad was the first “knight”, this princess ever met. He taught me to respect myself and desire the best. What about your princes and princesses? Do they have a knightly daddy? or A queenly mommy? As parents, we must constantly be aware of the genuine needs our children have for love and affection. Our children just want to be loved. To be cherished. To go to bed at night with happy memories of a childhood filled with yellow ducks and teddy bear figurines.

God bless,


One of the biggest lessons we can teach our kids…..”I’m sorry”

I start countless blogs and often postpone them til I feel like I should share them. Then other times ….I feel that God calls me to share a blog I had no intention of writing. So…apparently some of you need to hear this today as much as God feels I need to say it. =)


the early years…about 2007 when I was pregnant with the Fashionista

I’m sorry……

Two words that can move mountains. However,…It’s what we say or do after these words that can make or break us.

I grew up in a family where we rarely just say I’m sorry. It was always “I’m sorry….but you shouldn’t have had your foot there.” or “I’m sorry…..but if you didn’t make me so mad”.

In my opinion, there is an unnrighteous name for it called “justification”. You try to “justify” your reasoning for doing what you did. But…is that really justice for the person that you hurt?

I spent the first few years of my marriage (ok….8….=)) struggling with this notion of “I’m sorry”. It was the perfect storm: mix a husband who is open with this feelings; very confrontational, quick to admit fault and take action, with a wife who justifies all her wrong actions ; is extremely emotional but doesn’t discuss her feelings.

Confrontation, discussion, justification, lack of resolution, crying wife, mad husband……

and repeat….daily, weekly, monthly… get the picture….

we both felt like hamsters in our own wheels…….running the race as couples, but going nowhere.

 I have this vivid memory of my husband saying this to me during one of our arguments:

You are such a child. Why can’t you just see how this hurts me? Why can’t you just say “I’m sorry?” Why is that so hard for you?”

Because…that’s how I’ve done it for….YEARS. My husband would come to realize that I had baggage. I had ways of handling my own fears of being “imperfect” and this was one of them. I didn’t want to upset him….and seeing him point out an area where I caused the hurt was too much.

That’s the “beauty” of justification….you get to “hide” behind the truth that something hurtful was not your fault. If what I’m saying resonates with you…you need to free yourself from the notion that you can do no wrong…it’s a hold that is enslaving you. True love is true freedom. Freedom to be yourself. The screwed-up but lovable you!

I believe that we pass on our strengths and our weaknesses to our children. So, as much as this lesson is for me and you…it’s for our children. We want them to be loving and have the fullness of freedom. Here are four little “mini-steps” that I work out in my mind:

  1. Pray for a sincere heart.
    How many times have we attempted to get into a conversation to apologize and found ourselves thinking, “I don’t want to apologize to you anyway.” Pray that the Lord shows you the error of your ways and that you can enter the conversation being sincere.
  2. Say “I’m sorry”.
    Just those two words. When I’m talking to my kids, I like to hold them while I apologize. I want them to feel how sorry I am and how much I love them. My hubs…I tend to hug him around the waist when I apologize.
  3. Acknowledge that it was  your fault (if it was or if it is necessary)
    Sometimes skipping to #4 is fine. However, sometimes you need to acknowledge your fault in a situation. “I’m sorry. It was all my fault. Mommy totally forgot about your baseball practice today.”
  4. Acknowledge the feelings of the person that you hurt
    “I am sorry that when I didn’t call you that you felt like I didn’t care.” “ I’m sorry that when I was late picking you up that you felt all alone.” Not.…”well, I’m sorry but you try and get 5 kids out of the house”…um…nope…not at all. But…we’ve all said it and been there.
  5. Make amends.
    “I’m sorry that I missed your game. Maybe you and I could go out for ice cream and you can tell me all about it.” “I’m sorry that i promised to call you and I forgot. Could we try and reconnect tonight or tomorrow? What is a good time for you?”

My prayer is that all of us spend more time apologizing for our actions then letting yourselves be “enslaved” to our own pride. I know that hearing my children’s earnest apologies to each other really warms my heart and let’s me know that they will not have the same difficulties that I had in my marriage. That I can help break the hamster wheel for my kids.

Top five loveletters from the hubs…..

149910_1530686785182_4091586_nChocolate, jewelry, wine….all great gifts…but to really know me is to know what makes me really happy. As a mom of five kids, life can get pretty hectic and the hubs has figured it out pretty quickly that giving me anytime to myself or taking a responsibility off my plate…is sure to reap great benefits. =) Here are some of my favorite “loveletters” from the hubs. =)

Grocery Shopping- I reaped the benefit of this last night. The hubs had been working a lot and knew that I was just exhausted. He called me to let me know that he would take care of it so I had plenty of time to menu plan and get my list together. So, I took the kids out for dinner and he shopped for the week. It was so nice to unload groceries that I didn’t shop for. =) No need to bribe kids with cookies in the store. No correcting while I peruse aisles. And he even nabbed me some bars of dark chocolate…for my healthy heart..of course. =)

Sleeping in/ taking a nap- My hubs is NOT a morning person. He has been an insomniac for most of our marriage and he’s always tired. I’m the spouse that falls asleep at any time, anywhere, and NOTHING can awaken me. I’m a night owl…but I pay for it in the morning with kids. Once in a while, the hubs will make a sacrifice and let me sleep in. I know it’s not easy for him. He is definitely putting me first.

Running one of my errands: since the hubs has a home office, sometimes he will offer to take the kiddos to one of their weekly activities and suggest taking along a child or two or making it a date for them.  It’s never planned and is such a welcomed break. When the Fashionista was taking gymnastics on Monday mornings at 9:30, it was so nice to just continue my homeschooling and not to have to break up the morning or load kids in the van. Often times, he would grab her a donut or take her out for a quick breakfast since they were alone.

Drawing me a bath:- So…my hubs has been known to draw me a bath complete with lit candles and music. It’s such a welcomed surprise after a rough day. It always seems to happen when I need it the most. (hint, hint…hubby)

Letting me bitch: Yep…just what I said….letting me bitch. Being my best friend and letting that little, annoyed, frustrated, tired Tammi talked about her terrible day. Not trying to “solve” my problems….no constructive criticism… not thinking less of me as a wife or mother……just a good listening ear followed by a sincere comment like “I’m so sorry, babe”.

It’s so nice when someone goes out of their way or performs a self-less act  for love of us. It’s one of the greatest gifts that can be given.

Praying that you have open eyes to see what loveletters God has placed in your path this week!!

God bless- Tammi

Motherhood….we all just want to be appreciated…

Tomorrow is Mother’s Day and I felt the need to share a little bit about myself and this holiday with my readers. Every year my little family spoils me on mother’s day. Tomorrow the kiddos and daddy will be in charge of whatever we do. It is usually an all day event and I am eager to see what tomorrow will hold. Typically, I get awaken by little arms hugging me, homemade cards, and lots of love. Mom gets “off” for dinner and I usually sleep in or grab a nap in the afternoon. What mom doesn’t crave sleep??? This year was no different in terms of being spoiled, but it was nice to have gifts arrive before the big day:

The past two years, I was surprised with Mother’s Day brunches at two really nice places. The children were so well behaved which made it that much more special. I’m not a real “breakfast person” so I love to go out to brunch where I can get endless choices of everything. =)

Mother's Day 2011

Mother’s Day 2011

Mother's Day 2012

Mother’s Day 2012

But Mother’s Day is not about chocolates, and flowers, and nice dinners. It’s about honoring a vocation and the women who commit their lives to that beautiful call.

Ever since I was little, I wanted to be a mom. I wanted to hold a little life in my hand that was “flesh of my flesh”. I wanted to have those cuddly moments with a baby, and close my eyes and just feel love and be loved. I wanted a baby to nuzzle into my neck and love me. Thankfully, God has blessed me with five little souls to nurture and love. As I see it, God has entrusted me with the responsibility of being the best mom that I can be. So what does that mean?

At the birth of Miss Missy

At the birth of Miss Missy

To me, it means:

  • loving my children tirelessly…through their non-sleeping infancy, their terrible threes, and the ” I know everything” big kid stage ( Obviously, my oldest is 9. I’m still in most of these phases)
  • it means having the “tough conversations” that I want to avoid like good sportsmanship, purity, character flaws, and violence in the world.
  • it means making every moment “teachable”….remembering that every time I open my children are listening….will they hear charity or anger? love or hate?
  • it means embracing my laundry because I have beautiful kids that wear them….
  • it means teaching my girls to find their value in who they are …..not what they wear
  • it means maintaining and dominating my housework so that I can provide a safe haven for my family…and teaching my children to become good stewards of everything they are given
  • it means being a goofball and enjoying fun times with them.
fake moustaches and goofing around

fake moustaches and goofing around

  • it means riding the fine line between giving my kids “everything I didn’t have”  and spoiling them.
  • it means teaching my children the value of hard work and being charitable
  • it means teaching my children that we are Christians first…..that we follow the first commandment and “love one another as Christ loves us”.


  • it means having a “girls day” one day and having them hating me on their bed another day
  • it means creating moments with them that will last a lifetime….



  •  it means showing my son how to respect women by respecting his mom first
  • it means being the heart of my home and always giving my children an ear to hear them.

But on MOTHER’S DAY…….what do MOMS really want???

we want to be appreciated.

Enjoy your day tomorrow!!

=) Tammi