Danielle Giselbach
“Chattanooga is something you can have any way you want it…” I am so blessed to share this city with my three children: Dallas, Lillie-Mae, and Mindy. We enjoy the mountains and the valleys that make up the geography of our city as well as the metaphor they stand for in our lives. Always on an adventure in parenting, I look forward to each new day given with them. Follow along with our antics on Instagram @amomsbestguess and here as we share our city/country living love with you.
Free Your Time, Free Yourself
Free time? What’s that? Most Moms joke, but really…could we have more time on our hands than we are taking?
The common culprits everyone and their judgmental mother-in-law suggest include: If you cut out binge...
For the Teen Mom
When you became a mom did you feel like you lost a part of yourself? I hear that often from mom friends, but it’s not a conversation I can join in on with my...
When Dad Knows Best
“Mom knows best.” We’ve all heard it, some have set up camp on the phrase, and others roll their eyes at the saying. But what about dads? Do they really know best when it...
Grace Filled in a Shaming World
This is me, at the base of a mountain looking into shame and seeing how it affects my parenting. I see kids who have the potential to come unglued. To not have a firm...
You are Important, Kid
You see a tiny toddler pitching a fit; a pre-teen rolling their eyes; a teenager spinning their car tires after you shortened their curfew by thirty minutes. “You better enjoy this now. Because soon...
Succession of Genders
I’m fully aware that some women may never have thought through what the gender of their baby would be. As a little bit of a deep thinker, I remember pondering the gender of my...
Minimalism with Children
“What I thought minimalism looked like versus what it is really.”
Minimalism: recycle most everything you own while your kids are left to play with only three wooden toys. Choose only two colors to wear...
Wiping Front to Back and Other Shifty Lessons I’ve Taught My Kids
There are deep, valuable lessons at each stage of life despite seemingly menial tasks that should just be grasped onto. Still, I find myself asking my ten-year-old, “Did you even wash while you were...
To the Widowed Momma
Being a widow at 20-years-old was not in my childhood, prince charming-filled dreams. Neither was becoming a mom at 18 years of age. The people who were around after the funeral told me that...