Hayley Novak 8 Minute Read Last week, tilted back in the dentist’s chair, unable to speak, I listened to the technician praise my kids. “They are amazing. I wish every kid was like your kids. They’re so good.” I couldn’t argue with her or let her know the true reality since I couldn’t talk, so I decided to just bask…
Hayley Novak 5 Minute Read I am watching my husband play basketball, sitting on metal bleachers in the YMCA gymnasium when I hear her calling my name; old enough in body to be my mother, young enough in mind to be my child. She looks up at me earnestly and we half-shout at each other to be heard above the…
Hayley Novak 6 Minute Read If I could write a letter to myself ten years younger, I wouldn’t write wistfully: you have zero gray hair! you aren’t yet jaded by burnout! you have so much enthusiasm! I know now how much joy will come wrapped up in the painful lessons of life and I will almost pity the shallow happiness…
Hayley Novak 12 Minute Read I’ve always admired families who stay close after their children are grown. A boy who wants to bring his girlfriend home, girls who go shopping with their mom even after mom’s style is. . . mom-ish. Happy camaraderie and a freedom to be unique while coming back to the fold to be loved unconditionally are…
Hayley Novak 5 Minute Read I had a light bulb moment while listening to a friend share about a missions conference where the conference goers were shocked and disgruntled to find a scheduled “authentic meal” to be a simple bowl of rice. I was instantly intrigued by the idea: I would give my kids a rice night. We would eat nothing but rice and water….
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