I’m a mom of four precious little loud crazy people. They range in age from 9 months to 6 years. I spend most of my time grocery shopping and then cooking food for said crazies, laundering their clothing, wiping their bottoms, moderating Nerf sword fights, telling people to put on their shoes and get in the car, picking up, dropping off, fetching water, spelling words, tying shoes, bathing, soothing, pointing, counting, reading, fixing, watching, correcting, disciplining, and on and on forever. I’ve been pregnant for part of every calendar year since 2008. This is my seventh straight year of changing diapers. Pre-babies, I worked for an actor-turned-governator, in an office where stress abounded and people were tough. And still, this full time mom thing is the hardest work I’ve ever tackled. It’s the most humbling, most stressful, most chaotic; least paying, least prestigious, least praised. At the end of the day I’m emotionally and physically fried but more grateful than I have words to express – that this work is mine. 

Motherhood has knocked me on my butt more times than I can count – and I’m only 6 years in. I guess in a weird way, I’m grateful for the nudges to lean on God more. Because let’s be real, my natural capacity and caffeine can carry me all the way to like 8:30am on a good day. And then if I’m not leaning on God’s grace, this mama’s getting a little twitchy and, um, short-fused?  (“You will eat the burnt toast and you will LIKE IT!”) 

Sometimes I look at my babies (usually while they are being precious or sweet, but sometimes when they are sad and pathetic,) and think, “There’s no WAY the God of the universe loves me like how I love these tinies. No WAY!?” And yet He does, somehow. He loves our hot-messed, post partum depressed, Pinterest failure-ridden selves. He is wildly, unabashedly, straight up thinking that we are lovable. 

Motherhood has me struck by those two ideas: 1. When I am spent, He is infinite – His capacity is endless; 2. He loves me like I love my babies. 

Anyway, that’s what I’ve been thinking about lately. But maybe you were looking for something a little shorter and to the point? I can do that, too:

I enjoy a piping cup of black coffee, delicious food and laughing over board games with friends. I’m a Christian vegetarian who loves word play, Lord of the Rings, Taylor Swift and maybe a little hip-hop music now and then. I love vulnerable conversations and hearing people’s stories. 

8 thoughts on “About

  1. Heather says:

    Would love to meet you!! I just discovered your blog, and although you’re probably way young than me, I feel like we might could be friends! I have 10 kids (3 are adults) but the other seven are under 16. Just read your “what its like to have four kids” and can completely relate!! God bless your ministry!! You make me laugh!!!

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    • Molly DeFrank says:

      Wow, I am so late to read this! (better late than never?) Ten kids?! Teach me, wise one! Answer me this: “If you can handle x (number) kids, then you can handle 10 kids!” We are done biologically, but have started the foster process and some days I just wonder what it would be like to be an even larger family. How qualitatively different is 6 kids from 4? And 8 kids from 6? And 10 kids from 8?


  2. MIMI says:

    I just wanted to say how much I needed to read your article DEAR MOM GUILT: IT’S NOT ME, IT’S YOU. I was sitting at work so depressed about my 19 month old daughter’s horrible diaper rash from diarrhea all day and her mere 5 word vocabulary. I’ve never had mommy guilt until today. All of a sudden I realized I wasn’t enough and didn’t have enough time to work with my toddler and her language development. I have been googling working mommy guilt all day at work and reading articles. But your blog really helped me put things into perspective. Your use of scripture really made me look at things from a Jesus-centered point of view. Thank you!!!

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