Janelle Delagrange

Not I

I used to open the phone book and find the phone number to a dance studio. I dreamed of being a ballerina, or a jazz dancer, or something, since it was what all of the girls I knew did. I’d find that number, nearly memorize it, and think over and over on whether I reallyContinue reading “Not I”

Relent

I woke up and made chocolate chip pancakes for my boys this morning. I really wanted nothing more than to sleep, and I truly wasn’t feeling the whole make-breakfast-for-everyone thing. But our weekends (when I prefer to make breakfast) are pretty full, so I make due with weekday breakfasts to satisfy my love of all theContinue reading “Relent”

Soul Strings: When Everything Points to Christ

If you’ve been here before, or long enough, you’ve read why I call this blog Soul Strings. And if you don’t know, I’ll fill you in. When I first named this site Soul Strings, I didn’t have much of an inspiration or reason. It was just a string (play on words intended!) of words IContinue reading “Soul Strings: When Everything Points to Christ”

Resurrection Monday

When I was a little girl, my parents would leave a trail of jelly beans from my bedroom door to the Easter basket on the fire place. It was magical to me; the idea of surprises after a night of sleep, wonderful goodies to bring me joy. Although the jelly bean trails ended after aContinue reading “Resurrection Monday”

Raising Men: 3 Reminders

“You are outnumbered!” Yes, that’s me. I am far outnumbered by all the boys in my house. It’s just me and our dog Daisy: the reigning females. Being a mom of boys means a lot more to me than just the idea of dancing with them on their wedding day (commence the bucket of tearsContinue reading “Raising Men: 3 Reminders”

The Wreckage

Today, I was legitimately discouraged. It took something so small, something that wasn’t truly that meaningful, to derail my thoughts. You know how that is? I felt like I was standing off to the side as I watched a train fall off the tracks, saying, “Wait! What! No! Cut it out!” I was helpless. ItContinue reading “The Wreckage”

The Truth of My Parenting

When I look at pictures from a few years ago when we had one baby, I cringe a little bit. Not because we were bad at being parents, but because we were incredibly naive about a lot of it. I will openly admit that I have a pride issue when it comes to parenting. IContinue reading “The Truth of My Parenting”