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I sent my oldest son, Toby, to Kindergarten this morning. The drive to the school took five minutes. Five short minutes to surrender my child to the large and wicked world. I started crying before we even made it through the double doors. It might have been the functionality of his school: the student monitors [...]
Unleashing God’s Smallest Warriors This article originally published in the Feb.-Mar. 2010 issue of Deeper. For more articles on faith and family or to subscribe via e-mail to the Mom’s Moments and Deeper Newsletters, go here. My son, Toby, turned five on January 12th. Our family laughed over pizza at his favorite restaurant just as the whole [...]
My favorite part of this new blog design is the tag line: “Find a destination, run fast.” The only problem is me not having a destination. I spend a lot of time writing about my boys. This blog may become the longest book ever written, and if the climax is Toby and Charlie’s passage into adulthood I’m gonna [...]
All I said to Greg was “Who died?” As in, conversationally. As in, our good friends were called away to a funeral and I want to know how somber I should feel. Not as in, let’s unravel the very long rope of mortality and pluck at each mysterious strand, right here at this very moment, [...]
Remember your first child? You know, the one who fell asleep in the shopping cart at Target during the Christmas rush? The one who jumped in bed before you got to “two?” The one who kissed you without your having to pretend cry? The one whose bibs went unstained under the threat of mashed yams? [...]
“My red is coming out!!!!” Toby yells. His alarm is always disproportionate to the actual trauma, so I have no idea if its a hangnail or a severed arm when he summons my highly qualified medical self to come rescue him. I nonchalantly grab a napkin and take it to the living room where he [...]
Its your birthday! Though I’m certain you remembered because I woke up to your giggling face two inches from my nose. “Am I four?” you asked. Little, little you with your hands clasped in expectation, and your stuffed Dalmatian, Samson, drooping over the crook of your arm. Little four-year-old you with a furious brain casting [...]
Every little boy wants to know that he is strong, that he matters. Only a man can tell him. Thank you, thank you for loving my boys and not leaving them to wonder…
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