14 is a Confusing Age
When I was his age, I used to write inspiring words on notebook paper. I’d carry a pen and notebook…
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When 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 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 ReadingFrom the beginning, my older son Ethan had different love languages than the ones I was used to speaking. At…
Continue ReadingIf you are the mother of a teenage boy, you need to hear this one. Your child loves you. I…
Continue ReadingI want to get it right. I want them to be happy. I want them to express themselves however they…
Continue ReadingI’ll never stop holding your hand and offering my own, sweet baby. Right now, my hands carry you to and…
Continue ReadingI didn’t need to speak the language to know what he was saying. The older man, a grandpa perhaps, approached…
Continue ReadingWhere did my sweet, innocent, curious, and adorable little lambs of sons go? It seems like just yesterday my youngest…
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