Part one – Where it all started. More than decade ago, I was suddenly left with an 18 month old baby and my husband’s son from a previous marriage.

Happy Easter, friends. We’re about to celebrate the death, burial and resurrection of Christ.  Unless you’re a biblical scholar, most of us haven’t begun to scratch the surface of what all that means to us as a follower of Christ. But one day, we will see the full scope.

It’s not that I can’t get to the serving dish on the top shelf.  I could – if I want to take the time to drag the step ladder into the kitchen and climb up and down.  It’s not that I’m incapable of pumping my own gas on a cold and rainy evening, opening the jar of sauce when the lid is too tight, or carrying out the trash.  I could do all those things – or I can give my son practice in the art of chivalry.

Here’s something that might be helpful for moms walking through the joys and challenges of the holiday season. Why not draw up a “Ten Commandments” rulebook in what you “will” and “will not” allow? After all, we can predict how we handle the future by what we create today.