Earlier this morning Ethan: Mom, Pinkie is floating at the top of the fish tank. Me: (in a comforting tone) Oh…well, Pinkie died sweetie. His spirit went up to Heaven. But he was a really old fish and I’m sure he’s happier now okay? Ethan: Oh. Hey, can I help flush him down the toilet? ...
….the delivery man comes to the door and the 4 year old yells, “Yeah! Pizza time!” and proceeds to scarf down one whole piece of pizza, when previously, he has never touched the stuff. ….he responds when you call him Michaelangelo, even better than he does to his own name. ….the jump rope, his sandals, the play station controller, his belt and the detachable cd player cord have all been used at different times as Nunchucks. ….his ninja turtle figures must accompany him on all outings, ...
I tucked the boys into bed tonight, after a story and several hugs and kisses. As always, I check on them several times before I retire, to give them additional kisses, make sure their limbs aren’t hanging off their beds and to adjust the covers. Not a peep had been made since tucking them in so I entered their room thinking I would find them sound asleep. Ethan lay sprawled across his bed snoring lightly, and then my eyes drifted over to Caleb's bed. Where is my son?!? I thought frantically. ...
*names have been changed There is a giant range of experiences we can have in life. They are of course either good or bad, and they affect the kind of person we grow into to. For me, it often seems easier to focus on the troubles I’ve had. But I have begun to see that with the trouble, come great opportunities for learning and growth. Troubles also generally come with little miracles. Things that are small, but just big enough to give hope or confidence in taking another step out ...
I discovered the value of journal writing as a teenager. It felt so freeing to be able to scribble raw emotion onto the pages within. But besides a stress release, and a way to reason through my feelings, these writings have proven invaluable to me as I’ve looked back through them. Experiences and feelings I had forgotten, have provided the knowledge that I survived those struggles once, which gives me hope that I can do it again. Some of my entries also provide me a good laugh. Some ...
“Go and play your video game,” says Nice Mama to her sons. “I’m going to clean your room for you today.” “Oh cool! Thanks,” says one son, giving mama a hug, “You’re a nice Mama.” What he doesn’t realize is that Nice Mama, is really, Mama with Ulterior Motive, in disguise. She smiles as she sends them on their merry way, 13 gallon trash bag clenched in the fist behind her back. She walks backwards down the hall, into their bedroom and bolts the door. MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! The day ...
