Parenting - Tricia Lott Williford

Thank you, Mary.

by Tricia Lott Williford | Dec 25, 2020 | Holidays, My Faith, Parenting

I remember when each of my boys was born, the sweet relief of holding them, meeting them, beginning this new adventure with them. But I also recall the complicated emotions of sharing them now with other people. For so many months, my baby had been mine alone. Only...

The Great Denim Skirt Debate of 1993

by Tricia Lott Williford | Nov 15, 2020 | My Family, Parenting, Remembering

Everybody who becomes an adult has to be fourteen once, and it’s a rough time of transition for everybody involved in that year of slamming bedroom doors. It’s a year of strong emotions, and manipulating heartstrings like one learning to play a violin: screeching and...

On Dating the Daughters

by Tricia Lott Williford | Sep 29, 2020 | All Boy, Leadership, My Family, Parenting, Tuck, Tyler

“Mom, I asked her to be my girlfriend. But don’t worry – I talked to her dad already.” “You asked her dad?” Peter and I exchanged silent glances, since “asking the dad” isn’t something we had coached this young man...

Juggling the Glass and the Plastic

by Tricia Lott Williford | Sep 24, 2020 | Courage, My Family, On My Mind, Parenting, You Can Do This

I read recently about an interview with author Nora Roberts, where someone asked her how to balance writing and kids. (Anything of this specific genre grabs my attention faster than a barista calling out the cup with my name on it.) She said the key to juggling is to...

Raindrops, Bicycle Gears, and Morrie

by Tricia Lott Williford | Sep 21, 2020 | Courage, Deep Sadness, On My Mind, Parenting, Quotables, You Can Do This

Three things have happened, and they are sorting themselves into the same space of my mind, as if they belong there together. First, I sat outside during a summer evening rain shower. The tasks of the day were finished, we were in the after-dinner space of each doing...

Today, I Said Thank You.

by Tricia Lott Williford | Sep 19, 2020 | Broken Foot Summer, Life As A Mom, On My Mind, Parenting, Peter, Pictures, Writing

Today, I said thank you to the Starbucks barista who made my Pumpkin Cream Cold Brew, even though she is complicit in my addiction. I won’t press charges as long as she keeps making that goodness that unabashedly defines autumn for my soul. Today, I said thank...