What DO you do all day? #Write31Days

It’s back!  #Write31Days is back! 31 days, 1 Topic, Lots of thoughts…


Are you familiar with this joke…


A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard.

The door of his wife’s car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog.

Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall.

In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing.

In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.

He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened.

He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door.

As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap, and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls.

As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel.

She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked:

“What happened here today?’”

She again smiled and answered, “You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world I do all day?”

“Yes,” was his incredulous reply.

She answered, ‘”Well, today I didn’t do it.”


This always makes me laugh! There are a million little things we do each day that keep our worlds from entering full on chaos.

In past years I’ve reflected on my life with a special needs child and life through the words of hymns. This year I’ve decided on something a little lighter – a daily reflection of sorts.

This month I’ll daily be answering the question: What DID you do today?

Every day I will pick one thing that I did, why it mattered (or didn’t!) and give a short reflection.

Some of them will inevitably be mom thoughts (I do have 5 kids after all!) but keep an eye out for thoughts on friendship, love, joy, sadness, hope and fun.

So join me! Let’s venture into moments and make them opportunities.




What We Talk About…Creativity

“What we talk about when we talk about _________”  is our series for June. Words and language have meaning and provide insight. What is revealed when we reflect on the words we say? Check out the whole series HERE.

What We Talk About When We Talk About Creativity

What We Talk About                                           When We Talk About                                 Creativity

“I’m not very creative.” Have you ever said this? Thought it? Heard someone else say it?

This is definitely a thought I have fairly often. My home decor is alright but not stellar. My personal style lacks the style part of personal style. Even as a pseudo-writer type I just don’t feel “creative.”

So what exactly are we talking about when we talk about creativity? Is it a visual sense for beautiful things? Is it out of the ordinary ideas? Is it the eccentric crowd of people we know?

I don’t think creativity can be that easily quantified. I think creativity is a who, not a what or a how.

Somewhere along the line humanity decided we needed to quantify just about everything. We felt the need for everything to have a definition, a weight, a measure. Creativity became those things that we couldn’t clearly define, weigh or measure but still carried deep cultural impact.

At different times in history various things have been defined as “creative”. Technology through out time has been defined as “creative invention”. Impressionists were “creative painters”. Even in Medieval Christianity God’s act of creation carried a heavy weight as being the only true “creativity” of the period.

If creativity in our actions, such as art and poetry, are generationally redefined, what then is creativity?

What if creativity isn’t something you do but a part of who you are? 

No two humans are alike. At some point this means I think or say or do something that no one else in this world does. This is my creative contribution to the world.

Maybe creativity is wholeheartedly living out exactly who we are and humbly and willingly sharing that with the world around us.

For some this means being the fun mom with all the cool ideas or the artistic business owner with the cutest shop in town or the passionate attorney craftily bringing reconciliation and justice into the world.

When we talk about creativity we most often think of some thing that we see or hear or taste. Creativity is so much more!

Creativity is me. It is you.

Creativity is the living out of who we really are.

Creativity is unapologetically sharing the beauty of being you, your unique person, an Image Bearer, with the world.

Creativity invites each and every person around us to live out their own creative life, to be exactly who they were intended to be too.

You are creative. I am creative. Our collective creativity reminds the world of what is coming. Restoration. Perfection. Life.

What We Talk About…Support.

“What we talk about when we talk about _________”  is our series for June. Words and language have meaning and provide great insight into who we are. What is revealed when we reflect on the words we say? Check out the whole series HERE.

What We Talk About When We Talk About Support.


“I’ll take care of it.” I’ve probably said that to my husband and kids at least a thousand times. It is what I do as a mom. I take care of stuff (dirty clothes, spilled milk, the checkbook…regular mom stuff). It is one way that I show support to my family.

As I sit across from a friend over coffee I hear myself say, “I totally support you.” This is different. This moment, this thought.

It occurs to me as I drive home supporting someone and being supportive are not the same thing. Just like caring for someone and taking care of someone are not the same thing.

When I talk about supporting my family and caring for my family I am most often talking about the million and one things that I do. From carpool to camp registration and baseball to ballet. In this season of my life supporting my family is all about the sweat equity from hour to hour and day to day.

Yet, when I really think about needing support and giving support, I think about compassion and care.

I recently saw a quote that said “The ministry of presence is so powerful – we hear, we have listened, we are present and we’re not turning away. “

When I need support I need presence. I need my husband to physically stand by me. I need my best friend to listen to me. I need the steadfast arms of the Body to hold me up.

When I offer support I am offering the ministry of presence. I am offering to listen with my ears, to hear with my heart, to do with my hands and to keep at it until you don’t need me anymore.

In another era support was defined as the work of the weak, the forgotten, the unwanted. In this era, we are learning the hard way that support is not the work of the weak , forgotten or unwanted, it never has been.

No, support is the burden we carry for one another. Each and every person, Image Bearer by design, both needs support and is support.

What do we talk about when we talk about support? Presence. We talk about presence.

What we talk about when we talk about ______________.


In 1981 American writer Raymond Carver published a collection of short stories. Among them was one titled “What we talk about when we talk about love.” 4 friends sat around a table and talked about love. As one of the friends talks about love for a difficult person the other friends wonder why and how she could love this person. One persons view, response to or act of love (in this case at least) was not be the same as another’s.

The idea is that as we casually converse we use a lot of words. Our words all carry a literal, dictionary meaning. A personal meaning. An emotional meaning. A philosophical meaning. The list goes on. There is something deep and powerful in the words we use.

In the month of June I will reflect on what some of the many words in the world carry for me…

Community. Is a location? A group of friends? People who hold a common interest?

Friendship. What is a friend? When do friends matter most? What does it teach me?

Support. What does it mean to take care of someone? Or something? Is it just giving?

Justice. Should we all fight for justice? Is it a cultural ideal? Just a fad?

And so many more…

I don’t expect that each word will hold deep insight or meaning.  I do hope that as I share my own stories that you will consider your own words.

What do you mean when you speak and do the others around you understand?


Have a word that carries special meaning or a funny story or deep thoughts? To Be A Mom is accepting guest submissions on our topic this month!  Find us on Facebook and send us a message for details.