When my daughter was only a few years old, I had a major “uh oh” moment. She displayed behavior which was clearly an effort to get what she wanted by manipulation. She even admitted as much.
My son would have graduated high school this year. I pray his childhood friends remember the message he left for them.
One young woman approached the crowd, but did not join it. She noticed me and flashed a nervous smile. Despite our language differences, we communicated. She was visibly cold from the night air, yet could not accept the free gift I offered her.
The chaos of life and the stress of a mother overwhelmed, shown on the big screen, just hit too close. Any other time it would have been hysterical. Any other time I would have laughed along with the audience.
It is human nature to become angry after being hurt. What we do with that anger is our choice.
I did not ask my husband to clean bathrooms, nor did I anticipate he would choose to spend an afternoon teaching his sons to clean. The fact is, he did it. More importantly, I let him.
I have come to recognize boys don’t naturally exhibit displays of love. Their assignment for the week was to write a daily message for each sibling of why they loved them.
It was a question like any other. Just a question. It seemed simple…..”dad, remember the Chinese Checker game we bought, can you play that with me? You said you’d show me how.” We were busy planning our projects for the day, hustling to gather supplies and discussing our hopes of how much we could get […]
I have been asked several times, by friends and distant family, how my moms memorial service went. I know many are simply checking up on me, and some were unable to attend. Thanks to all for your thoughts and prayers. For those unable to attend, here are the words shared for her eulogy. I have […]
By the time I could reach my mother, she was at the hospital surrounded by family. She was in organ failure. I cherished the quiet time I had alone with mom at night. I told her I loved her. I told her it was okay to go spend Christmas with Jesus. I read to her. We began with Luke and the birth of Jesus. It was Christmas after all.