I’m Raising My Boy to Leave Me
His boisterous cries filled the room as he entered this world. When they laid my son on my chest in…
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His boisterous cries filled the room as he entered this world. When they laid my son on my chest in…
Continue ReadingHe towered over me, right there in the middle of the kitchen while I was making dinner. I looked up…
Continue ReadingMy son is at an age where he couldn’t care less about personal grooming, his un-selfconsciousness both admirable and aggravating…
Continue ReadingHow many millions of brothers have grown up playing football against each other in their backyards? It's impossible to know,…
Continue ReadingWhen you're a little girl, you dream of the day you can pass all your Barbies and dolls on to…
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 Reading“Three boys? That’s so sad!” That’s what someone said to me last week, as she looked upon the smiling faces…
Continue ReadingOh, how a boy needs his mama. And that need goes much deeper than cooking, cleaning, and laundry. Oh yes.…
Continue ReadingI’m raising my sons to be men. Men who hold the door open and think before they speak. Men who…
Continue ReadingI was made for digging in the dirt. I was made for jumping in puddles. I was made for Hot…
Continue ReadingI've got a teenager. My firstborn, my only son is 13. Just as quick as they all said he would,…
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