Amy Secrist

Tag: parenting

  • Autumn comes cleanly into my day.

    Autumn comes cleanly into my day. It has us wearing jackets and opening windows, stacking books and rearranging toys; it has us moving furniture and wiping baseboards, walking to school and praying in church. The three little ones and I stop in at the sanctuary. We are there with two women, mopping and dusting, and we…

  • Kingdom-Seeker

    I stand in the kitchen; oil sizzles in the pan, dishes clink on the counter. He wraps his baby arms around my leg, chest and cheek pressing against knee and thigh. “I la loo, I la loo, Mommy.” I am his tree, rooted in his new soil. I lie on the floor; legs hover above…

  • AnyWay

    Any way he can he gets his head on the floor. Again, the littlest one has plopped onto his bottom and thrown his head forward, his face between his bare feet on the hard ground. He looks up, sideways, still scream-crying to see where I am. I still stand holding the open applesauce pouch ready…