It’s crazy how time flies. Just a few short months ago I was raising your average toddler. She was fully interested in engaging with the world around her. Rarely did she have an opinion about what to do, where to go, or what to eat. But lately I’ve found that when I look into the eyes of my moody and insistent three year old that I’m actually looking at what the future holds. The teenage years are upon us now.

Living with a threenager can be difficult.

If it isn’t the irritability that sucks your energy as a parent it’s the part about living life on the constant edge of a meltdown. Emotions are attached to every decision, every object, and every breath.

Most recently I was scolded for moving her teddy bear from one side of the couch to the other. Clearly, I was in the wrong.

“How dare you move my bear. That is terrible!” was her response all while trying to hold back tears.

But the beauty of being a parent is using these meltdowns and emotional moments to begin to teach her healthy ways of expressing herself. In the hardest moments I turn to God for help and then I remember that my job is to teach her to do the same thing. We pray through difficult times together. With tear streaked faces we turn our eyes from ourselves. (She in her desperation to get a handle on her feelings; me in my desperation to help her see that the world isn’t falling apart because I moved the bear.) As we sit together I realize that these threenager days may be tough, but I’m a blessed to be her mother anyway. God will equip me with the wisdom and patience for raising this threenager!

The Ameri Brit Mom




Dear Daughter

Dear Daughter,

Of all the things that I am in this life I’m proudest to be called your mother. In everything you bring me joy and help me to learn the significance of life, love, and learning. Everyday I awake with gratitude for you and your father. I hop out of bed eager to see your smiling faces and begin a new day of adventures. Sometimes I get busy, but I think of you always and I pray that you’re safe and happy.

I love how you know when I need a hug and kind words. In my wildest dreams I would never have imagined all that you would have accomplished and understood at the age of two and a half. You’ve come a long way in such a small amount of time. You truly sense the feelings of others and are so sensitive to the world around you. You crave knowledge and are so creative.

I’m sorry for any time that I take for granted with you. You are such a special gift to our family and bring us so much joy. Your smile and laughter can turn any of my darkest days into days of pure sunshine. I am blessed to be called your mother and to be given the opportunity to teach and raise you. I look forward to watching you blossom into a wonderful woman, but hold tight to these days where you are so dependent on me. One day those days will be few and far between so I pray that right now I cherish this time. I’m thankful for every minute.

Your Mother

Sometimes I need a reminder of the divine blessing of motherhood. I was reading another blog this week (Welcome to My World) which made me self-aware of the fact that I needed to take a few minutes to be thankful. I am also currently doing a study in the She Reads Truth App about having gratitude no matter your circumstance. My prayer is that no matter how I feel or how exhausted I am that I continue to be thankful for all of my many blessings. When your toddler is going through this wildly unpopular stage it is easy to get burnt out, but a correctly aligned vision of the divinity of parenthood is necessary at all times. We aren’t called to be parents when it is convenient for us. It’s a 24/7 thing. We are called to be parents to teach love, selflessness, and wisdom to those God has entrusted to us at all times. I am blessed beyond measure 🙂