The Man I Pray This Boy Becomes is Tender and Kind
"I feel so sad for them," my 5-year-old said contemplatively. "All those caterpillars won't have a mom and dad anymore."…
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"I feel so sad for them," my 5-year-old said contemplatively. "All those caterpillars won't have a mom and dad anymore."…
Continue ReadingMy 9-year-old son, Waylan, had a flag football game last night. It was chilly. It was windy. I didn’t want…
Continue ReadingI can see the yellow blur of the school bus passing in front of my window. Soon my little boy…
Continue ReadingThe arts-and-crafts tote overflowed with cylinders of petrified Play-Doh, crispy-bristled paintbrushes, and Elmer’s glue bottles with clogged applicator tips. Underneath…
Continue ReadingWhen I was his age, I used to write inspiring words on notebook paper. I’d carry a pen and notebook…
Continue ReadingIt all goes by so fast . . . The in utero diagnosis. The constant prayers. Your frail body being…
Continue ReadingSuch big blue eyes for your tiny face. Staring into them, I saw a world of possibilities for you. Would…
Continue ReadingI have a house full of all teenage boys, but this time it isn’t just my own four. I have…
Continue ReadingWhen you were a newborn, I knew you as well as it’s possible to know another human being. I was…
Continue ReadingMy son took me out for a Coke on Friday. He’s gotten his learner’s permit, so he drove and navigated…
Continue ReadingMy oldest son, you are entering new corners of the world. Corners in which I am not allowed to enter…
Continue ReadingI want to get it right. I want them to be happy. I want them to express themselves however they…
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