“Watch Out for Them Booby Traps”
About the Book
As a mother, even with a degree in child and adolescent development, I have faced many things that humbled me. All the things I felt I knew about parenting were thrown out the window when I became a mother. Many times, I got lost in the day-to-day demands of motherhood and stopped celebrating my children and the joy they bring to my life. Their struggles and life’s struggles knocked me down at times, but I learned to laugh instead of cry. Well, sometimes I cried then laughed, and other times I cried until I laughed. My purpose in writing this book was to help other parents find the humor in life’s ups and downs. Even as I write this, I am threatening to cause bodily harm to my children if they interrupt me one more time. Don’t panic; they will live. Me, I am not so sure. Colton is rearranging my living room, which drives this OCD mom crazy. He is hiding dirty socks in my pots and pans, but no worries, I will wash them before I cook with them—well, if I remember. Payton is turning his comforter into a cape and diving off the furniture, yelling that he is taking over the world. Let’s not forget the five thousand philosophical questions he has asked today, starting at seven a.m. In the middle of this chaos, it is so easy for me to forget the sweet moments. Several years ago, I decided to write down little blurbs that my boys said and funny situations that reminded me they are precious gifts. This is what inspired me to write this book and share it with you. I want to use this to celebrate my boys while encouraging you to do the same thing.
About the Author
What makes me qualified to write this book, you ask? Does the fact that I survived growing up with 3 siblings, grew up and had two boys that I admittedly announced that I had no clue how to raise count? As a little girl from Greensboro, North Carolina I was a dreamer. I was going to grow up to be a missionary, wait a teacher, wait a writer, wait a lawyer…. My mom was sadly disappointed that I did not become an engineer but, at least, I still have time to become a famous writer.