Category Archives: Mothers

Hallmark Mom

Tina recently shared an interesting insight with me that came out of shopping for a birthday card for her mother. After reading several cards to find just the right one, she identified attributes that she too would like to possess as a mother. In other words, she was so moved by the many endearing words used to describe mothers in greeting card messages that she aspires to be a mother like that herself, the kind of mother typified in a greeting card. Tina wants it to be a challenge when Megan goes to buy her a card, an experience where every card is such a reflection of her own mother, that it requires careful contemplation in choosing the right one, the one that most closely depicts the exhaustive elements of her mother’s beauty.

What a great ambition. This has inspired me to do the same––to be a Hallmark Dad and a Hallmark Husband. Not to fit some stereotypical greeting card non-sense for the sake of conformity, but to epitomize that which is admirable and upright; to be the type of person that could be the inspiration for a greeting card message instead of the deviation from one; to be the rule rather than the exception; to be a benchmark by which all other fathers and husbands are measured.

How about you? Are you worthy of carrying the Hallmark seal on your back (think old ‘90s marketing campaign of flipping the card over to check for Hallmark branding)?


This is Sweet

No matter your party affiliation, this is sure to bring a smile to your face. This is Sarah Palin’s youngest daughter, Piper, grooming the hair of Sarah’s 4-month old son, Trig, on national tv during mom’s address to the RNC. This is adorable . . .

My “Vanderbilt” Mom

Today, I want to honor my Mom, born this day X8 years ago (I’m not telling you her age—I said I wanted to honor her). Anyway, she has been longing to go to the Biltmore House for some time, so for her birthday, we bought her and my Dad tickets to tour the house. As I escorted them through the house today, I realized a great irony. While the wealth of the Vanderbilt’s was demonstrated with magnificent splendor in the largest home in America, touting 250 rooms with 43 bathrooms and amenities in 1895 that most of us lack even in this modern age, the richest of them all was the humblest of souls who I had the privilege and pleasure of ushering through this palace.

Seneca said, “Money has yet to make anyone rich.” And we see that daily with the lives of the wealthy falling apart. But when you are rich in character, thieves cannot steal it, poor choices cannot lose it, and adversity only multiplies its value. My Mom may not have a five-story chateáu like the Vanderbilt’s or their 65 fireplaces or their indoor swimming pool or their bowling alley in the basement or their 8,000 acres or even their Renoir and other valuable antiques but she has something far more precious—her character. To me, all the wealth in the world pales in comparison to what lies within the woman I call Mom. She is a truly awesome person, second only to Christ since of course she hasn’t walked on water, conquered death, or redeemed the lost. She is saintly, not godly, so I guess I’ll cut her some slack! Love you Mom!

My Vanderbilt Lady

My Vanderbilt Mom

Happy Birthday Mom!

A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts. ~Washington Irving