Author: Holly Crawshaw

An Open Letter To The Exhausted Parents of Small Children

What is it about having small children that prompts strangers to offer unsolicited words of wisdom? No, kind lady at Target, I’m not sure I want to hear your birthing story—though I’m sure it’s got the entertainment value of an action film—I’d prefer my curious seven-year-old not have nightmares tonight. So I’ve been keeping my sister’s newborn baby girl one day a week for the last few months. Harlie Grace (HG) is simply perfection. I also have two kids of my own, the seven-year-old, Lilah, and a three-year-old, Ezzy. A few days ago, Ezzy and HG were taking an...

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Five Mantras to Discipline By: How Zipping My Own Smart Mouth Changed My Parenting

Remember that one time when you swore you’d never grow up to be one of those parents who used “Because I said so” as a defense for discipline? Remember that time not too long ago when you said those exact words to your kids thirty-seven times in one day? Yeah. Me, too. Discipline for me is draining. When I tell you not to use my face lotion to make slime in your play kitchen, I don’t want to explain why Mama needs to diminish her fine lines and wrinkles. JUST DROP THE LOTION AND RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, KID!...

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Three Mealtime Questions that Change Everything (Including the Quality of Your Food)

Just kidding about that last part, but they could change a lot of things about how you talk about faith. If your house is anything like mine, the bath time and bedtime routine can often turn into a soul-sucking vortex of blood, sweat, and tears. All evening long, I feel like I’m herding cats. But not even nice cats. I’m talking about the mean kind of cats who hiss and scratch and ignore you when you speak. Oh? No? Your kids quietly and efficiently bathe, spend 20 minutes in meaningful prayer, and tuck themselves in? In that case, MINE...

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Why I Plan to Stay Overcommitted

When did May become the new December? Is it just me, or does anyone else’s calendar for this month look like it’s been assaulted by pen scribbles? Literally, as I was shoving pizza party money into my first grader’s backpack this morning, I briefly wondered if I could hire her a personal assistant. It’s a circus around here, folks! I feel like there aren’t enough hours to squeeze it all in. There’s all those end-of-year parties, the purchasing of teacher gifts, recitals, Mother’s Day, Field Day (the WORST), Field Trip Day. . . Not to mention regular life, which...

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Where in the World: What Jesus, Paul, and Big Hair Have to Do with Faith

Here’s how faith was explained to me: “Faith is like the wind. You can’t see it, but you can see its effects.” To be blunt… #1. I hate the wind. I’m from Georgia, and my hair is big enough without the wind that makes it wilder than it already is. #2. Not everyone lives in regions where the wind’s results are visible, or, for that matter, tolerable. #3. My first point was about my hair. I thought about changing that, but honestly, it was my first thought. When I was tasked to be on a team that produced a...

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