Last week a good friend told me that she was in a little bit of a spiritual crisis.
She was raised in a strong home with a strong sense of right and wrong. Being compliant, she obeyed all the rules.
She became a product of her environment; she enjoyed being right about things and that “way” worked for many years. But then she became a mom.
This morning at five a.m. three of my kids were working out hard in the garage. They came in at six a.m. all sweaty. I was in the kitchen making breakfast because that’s what I love to do.
It was so funny because I am 51 years old and my hormones are doing their thing. My eggs (not the ones on the stove!) are getting hard boiled and I am pretty much a hot mess. I found it hilarious to have these three very vibrant teens fill my kitchen with their hormonal selves, on the brink of adulthood and here I am on the backside of that, slowly decaying, adding my sweat to theirs in the kitchen.
In this Parenting Dare Blog, we intentionally highlight healing, identity and mission, which is the trifecta of spiritual growth.
Usually those three things go in order. A person will find healing, then they’ll realize their real identity then they’ll go on mission.
I have gone through those three steps, I just did them backwards. Oopsie Daisy.
Welcome! I recently read a story, a story that made my heart just about burst out of my chest and I am so excited to share it with you...but before I go there, I want to tie up a loose end from last week’s podcast episode.
(I didn’t write a detailed post last week, I only released the podcast because….well, some stories are better “in person.”)
Last week my daughter Rachel shared her story and I loved it so much because she clearly demonstrated the transformative power of healing and how finding her real identity set her free.
“Lori, how am I supposed to make it through high school with my daughter? She makes me crazy. She is so mean to everyone and she doesn’t care.”
Two mom friends asked me this question last week.
I think there are a lot of reasons that teenage girls are difficult. But guess what?
“So, what’s easier, raising girls or boys?”
That question always makes me chuckle. As a mother of five sons and three daughters, I can say with total confidence that females and males handle LIFE differently.
And as I go down this mental road, I easily recall the time when Rachel, our oldest daughter, was in high school.
Welcome to The Parenting Dare blog! My name is Lori Doerneman, wife of one and mother of eight. I live in Goddard, Kansas and I love my life.
I am so excited to announce that next week, Sunday, August 9, 2018, we are releasing our free mini course, The Daughter Dare. If you have a daughter aged 8-16, you are in for a treat. EDIT: That course is out NOW! Check it out HERE.
Before we get there, I wanted to take today and look at the inner life of mothers.
This blog is written by Eric. Scott. Doerneman. Tagging in for mom this week.
Excited for this.
I was born July 4, 1993. Mom always says that was the day she lost her independence but I just LOVE fireworks. I was the first (and therefore obviously best) of her eight children.
“Mom, why don’t you write a blog post on how The Parenting Dare started?”
“Well, I walked in on you viewing porn, helped you and created a course to help other parents help their children reject porn.”
My 25-year old son wasn’t impressed with my short answer. He told me I needed to write THE.WHOLE.STORY.
Welcome to The Parenting Dare BLOG!! My name is Lori Doerneman. I live in a little town near Wichita, Kansas. I love to write and I love love love that you have joined me.
I thought it would be best if I first introduced you to my people. After all, these people make up most of my life and as such, they take center stage in most of my writing.
First, there’s my husband, Russ. Oh my. This man. We just celebrated 30 years of marriage. THIRTY.