June 10, 2025
Author’s Note:
This post is for every parent lying awake at midnight—brain fried, body done, heart full. It’s for the ones parenting through chaos, guilt, and grace, and finding the courage to stand up again tomorrow. You’re not alone.
Body:
This was my shirt. Eight years ago.
A homemade HTV “Raising Tiny Disciples” shirt—peak “Jesus & essential oils” era.
I’ll link a newer version of the DIY cutter I used back then (hello, Silhouette Cameo 2016).
It boldly declared my mom mission: “Raising Tiny Disciples.”
And to be fair, it wasn’t wrong… if we’re talking about the original twelve. You know, the ones B.C.—doubtful, chaotic, snack-seeking, and constantly questioning authority.
If I could go back, I’d add some fine print:
(…like the one B.C.)
Because let’s be honest: my kids have the spiritual potential of Peter and the behavioral instincts of a gremlin on Red 40.
It’s Monday night. Quiet—only because the chaos is finally unconscious.
I’m lying in bed, tossing like a hooked trout. My body’s begging for sleep. My brain? She’s just now ready to solve world peace and cereal logistics.
Sometimes I’m sharp when I need rest… and useless when I need function.
I’ll lie awake planning tomorrow and then spend the
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