#6 walked out of his room, each ear cupped by a hand, the way he held them when he was frightened. Tears overflowed down his cheeks. He looked to Wife. “Mom, I fink I heawd a cwocodile or somefing.”
Sadness seems to be encompassing me of late. In part it has to do with the fact that we have difficulties we are struggling with, as do all families. In part it has to do with the atmosphere of the political world. Lawmakers seem to be more and more intent on controlling our lives rather than protecting our freedoms. It makes me wonder what kind of world I will leave my children in, which makes me sorrowful. So I ask you… What do you do to get over this feeling and continue on with your responsibilities?
Mother’s Day has always seemed to sneak up on me. It’s not that I don’t care, I do… I really, really do. But I do get caught in the quicksand of everyday. Then, without knowing where it came from, BAM… Mother’s day. And there I am, caught flatfooted… again. Continue reading
There is nothing sweeter than a smiling little infant; giggling and burbling, kicking his legs and swinging his arms, amazed by the limbs he only just discovered. He is like a little star from the heavens, all wrapped up in blankets. Yet, perhaps more touching than that may be a toddler holding his infant brother as excited as a puppy. And also, there is nothing more absolutely terrifying than a toddler holding his infant brother, eyeing him like a new toy. “Please don’t poke the baby.”
The night was dark and encompassing. The moon felt it was necessary to hide herself, causing the shadows to seem deeper. In the stillness, the sounds of the night were hushed, and the household rested without trouble. I was lost somewhere in a dreamless sleep, until I was yanked back into the night by the blood chilling cries of #7.
Apples are expensive. They are delicious, nutritious, and come in an assortment of colors. Their circular shape makes them perfect to hold and eat idly. They are one of my children’s favorite snacks. But for all that, they are still expensive, and a half eaten apple is a horrible thing to waste. Continue reading
Year after year, as long as I can remember, my large extended family has had an Easter Egg Hunt for all the children. Each household brings some colored eggs, the adults and older kids “help the Easter Bunny” hide all of them before the mothers and younger children come down. It is usually innocent enough, but there always seems to be someone who climbs a tree just to put a brightly painted egg in plain sight, completely out of reach. Continue reading
Today, on Easter, we celebrate the resurrection of our Lord. Because of Jesus, we are reminded of new life. While we are surrounded by butterflies, saplings, and eggs, I think a baby captures the image of new life better. Well, #9 is alive… and still really new. The other day Wife commented on how big he had grown. Our three month-old had outgrown the three-month-old clothes, and has to wear six-month-old clothes. He is growing faster than ivy up a brick wall. Soon he will start wrestling with his brothers, much to his mother’s annoyance. Continue reading
Wife has been close to pulling her hair out for the last few days. She is quite the accomplished little home doctor, but when her patients won’t follow the prescription, well I guess that will drive any doctor insane. So, the two little boys, again, took off their Band-Aids. Continue reading