I go through all the boys notebooks at the end of each school year and keep a sampling of what they’ve done. Lewis’ stories often inspire laughter. But this rare gem brought tears. I was scared too, Mr. Lewis. And what I wanted most in the world was to protect you from the fear I was feeling. I wanted to kick that fear and the cancer right out of our house. But I don’t have that kind of power, and the best I could do was to let you see me take my fear and put it in the hands…
It was all because of the flying cheese. I was tucking my little man into bed when he made his cheese confession. “Mom, I forgot to tell you something.” (Lewis, who shares pretty much every detail of his every day life with me, “forgot” to tell me something…my ears perked up immediately.) “What’s that buddy?” “I had to go to the principal’s office today.” If my youngest had had previous incidents involving disobedience and disruptive behavior in school, this may have upset me a little bit. But as he is a pretty well-behaved, albeit un-Harms-ishly social six-year-old, I was more intrigued…
Thanksgiving Tree I’ve got a confession to make. I put up our Christmas tree before Thanksgiving. For those of you who think I have done something utterly sacrilegious, I will argue my case. 1. My house is on the market. Seriously, someone could (they probably won’t but they could) buy our house and want to move in before Christmas. And the thought of the possibility of not being able to enjoy the beautiful lights at least one more year while I warm up my derriere by my fire was too much for me. 2. We had…
At some point during the morning rush each day these words run through my mind. Dear Lord, Please protect their eyes from seeing things they should not see their ears from hearing things they should not hear and their mouths from saying things they should not say. Amen. It’s tempting to feel like I need to come to God on my knees with elaborate prayers and eloquent words. But if God was impressed by eloquence, he never would have called Moses to lead his people. And though there is great value in spending time on my knees before the Lord,…
Because sometimes milestones can be equally joy-filled and heart-breaking. “Mom, let go.” * Three small words A punch to the gut Tears behind sunglasses Broken heart * Black bicycle seat Released from my grasp Unfettered boy Riding free * Simple mastery of Two-wheels But to me It is more * He can do it On his own Reliance on me Ever decreasing * A mama’s pride Mingled with loss Most heart-wrenching Mix of emotions * Down the path He pedals alone Grinning, bursting with Joy of independence * Bless that boy Father I pray And comfort the mama Who let…