Just as you wonder whether you should knock on a strange door, you may be hesitant to enter our cyber home. No worries. The door’s unlocked. Walk in, pull up a chair and chat with us while we make dinner or fold laundry on the table.
We won’t judge you. Listen to what we’ve been through. You might hear a story similar to your own.
We’ ll make you a sandwich or two (we’re always making them for each other). We might even give you a cookie with a glass of milk. We have a knack — a calling, really — for that sort of thing: mothering — well — other mothers.
We’re opposite in many ways: It keeps it dicey that way. Melinda is tall. Kathy is short. Melinda, brown hair. Kathy, red. Both out of a bottle … Hey, we’re honest.
Kathy’s tendency to curse drives Melinda crazy. Melinda’s tendency to drive slow sends Kathy up a wall. We both admit to a small obsession with hair and make-up products. Although on morning commutes in minivans you would not guess that one bit.
We both love Jesus and He is our glue. Kathy is Roman Catholic and Melinda is Protestant. Melinda discovered that a Bishop is not just a chess piece. And Kathy discovered the beauty of Beth Moore’s big hair.
Melinda’s got two kids. Kathy has four. Melinda breastfed for 10 weeks, Kathy for 10 years. Combined, that adds up to six kids, two husbands, countless sandwiches and thousands of heartwarming, mostly gut-busting, shared conversations which can only benefit the common good of mothering.
And then we found other moms like us. Many grew up without a “cookbook” – a healthy mom role model to guide them in their own mothering. Despite the quality of the mothering received, every mom has to find her own recipe.
All of us, truly, are “Mothering from Scratch.”