I overheard my youngest son talking to his friend last week. “My biggest dream, besides being able to feel better and not have all my medical issues because that’s really my biggest dream – my second biggest dream is that the owl from Hogwarts got lost on my birthday and it’s still going to show… Continue reading This Side Of Heaven (when we are forced to watch our children suffer)
I hung up the phone with tears in my eyes. The office had not even sent the paperwork yet. Two weeks…wasted. Two weeks of my son being in increasing pain, complete overload, and struggling to participate in everyday life. Two weeks of waiting by the phone for the specialist to call and schedule an appointment.… Continue reading To My Son’s Doctor
“You baby him. He’s almost eleven years old and you are still helping him get his socks on straight.” “You can’t keep treating him like a baby. He is old enough to sleep through the night. You need some tough love here.” “You are still helping him tie his shoes? Are you kidding me? How… Continue reading Am I Babying My Son?
I heard the sound of glass breaking before I could get to his room. I ran in, and a book flew past my head and hit the wall behind me. My son, crying, out of breath, and full of rage, had completely lost control. He was swinging his arms wildly and pacing. He was muttering,… Continue reading My Explosive Child Has Lost Control – What Do I do?
I read a book by a very sweet lady earlier this week. In it, she describes how she prays for her children. Y’all, it was like poetry. Poetry with scripture woven throughout, and so many Biblical references, I felt educated just reading them. And, I felt inadequate. And, I felt bad for my boys –… Continue reading Ordinary Mom Prayers
I used to be a little bitter when I cooked dinner and then my husband didn’t do the dishes. To be fair, most nights he would, but some nights, not so much. I would also hate my life when the laundry needing to be folded piled up on my bed throughout the day and I… Continue reading Mom Confession: YouTube Makes My Life Easier
When my son kicked the windshield, I didn’t think it would break. I was wrong. Apparently, the force of losing all rational thought and ability was enough to crack it from end to end. He was crying, flailing and screaming at me. “I can’t do it. Mommmmeeeeeeeee. I can’t. I can’t go in.” We were… Continue reading Why Is My Child So Explosive?