Author: Sarah Anderson

What Happens at Dinner

If you were a fly on the wall of my house between 5:00 and 5:30 pm you would observe something that—after some time—you might describe as dinner. You would notice how seemingly haphazard, disorganized, and muddled it was, but at some point, you might be able to discern an actual meal emerging from the chaos. To be honest, dinnertime is not my favorite time. Not with preschoolers. In fact there was a time when when family dinnertime was sacrificed on the altar of our sanity. It required too much juggling, sitting down and getting up, dropped forks, spilled cups,...

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Sibling Warfare

Three years ago, when I found out I was pregnant with my second boy, I was relieved. I already had one, so the immediate thought in my mind was, “I got this. I know boys. This will be my oldest son—version 2.0.” But literally, from the moment I was able to feel my second little guy move, I knew he was, in no uncertain terms, nothing like his brother. Every moment since has confirmed what I suspected then. I may have two boys, but they are their own deal. I have one more sensitive, compassionate, and intuitive. He is...

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You’re Doing It Wrong

Twice in the past several weeks while out with my husband and boys, random people have stopped to “critique” something we were doing involving our parenting. The first time I was proud of both my inward and outward reaction. I recovered remarkably fast—if I don’t say so myself. The second time, not so much. I was pretty mad. And truth be told—hurt. By strangers. Who didn’t know me or my family. It reminded me of what I have come to learn repeatedly in the journey of raising kids. Parenting is personal. If you want to do the most damage...

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A-List Prayers

A couple of months ago, I attended a beautiful ceremony to celebrate a friend who decided to commit her future to missions. At a certain point in the celebration, my friend’s mom made her way over to where I was sitting. We small-talked for a bit, and then I asked her a loaded question,“How are you doing?” In other words, “Your mid-thirties single daughter is about to pack up her whole world and move to a different continent for the unforeseeable future. Are you okay with that???” This mom, looked me in the eyes and said confidently, assuredly, beautifully,...

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To Shine My Face

By Sarah Anderson The other day I came across a chart highlighting the first five years of life, drawing distinctives for each stage. My youngest having recently turned one, I was drawn to his age noting the things unique and true to toddling toddlers. I couldn’t help but smile when reading the last thing, the thing a one-year-old so badly wants his caretakers to know. “I am not a baby.” No surprise there. These days my “not baby” is all curiosity and exploration and climbing and tasting and feeling and attempting. In this new season for me—a season every parent eventually knows—Pace just isn’t as “hold-able” anymore. In fact, these days, I feel slightly beside the point. There is less carrying, snuggling, and juggling—and more watching. Observing. Standing on the sidelines scrutinizing this “not baby” catapult into independence. One of my favorite verses, one I often pray over my boys, is found in Numbers 6:24-26—a blessing Aaron, the first priest of Israel, and his sons were to speak regularly over God’s chosen people. The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine on you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace (Numbers 6:24-26 NIV). In psychology there is a term called “mirroring”—referring to the silent cues being exchanged when two people are communicating. Through mirroring we...

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