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Life Trials | Inspirational Parenting

To Summer at Eighteen

November 1994

Dear Summer,

Eighteen years ago I stood looking at you—fresh-born—through the big glass window in the hospital nursery, watching the nurses try to count your tiny toes. Minutes old, you were bright-red-screaming-at-the-top-of-your-lungs unbounded life, squirming and kicking in every direction—quite a challenge to those toe-counting nurses. How I wanted to reach through the window, to be closer to you as you celebrated your newfound freedom. From behind the glass, I breathed a promise: I would never stand in the way of your freedom. « Continue reading »

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Burying Children…

The hardest thing I’ve been through as a parent is to have to bury two of my children… It taught me to cherish life and love every moment that I have with my family. It taught me not to take my kids for granted because they could be taken from me with no warning. Every day is a blessing, treat it as such!

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If You’re Listening…

If you’re listening, if you’re awake to the poignant beauty of the world, your heart breaks regularly.  In fact, your heart is made to break; it’s purpose is to burst open again and again so that it can hold ever more wonders.  -Andrew Harvey

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Peeking Through

My grand plans dissolved this morning as my 2 year old Elijah looked up and asked “Put the radio on?” I chose a college station and was pleasantly surprised by some Christian hip-hop as Eli donned his sister’s purple headband (all the better for dancing, I suppose) and proceeded to bust a move for a while with his Mama. He grinned and tackled quite a few snazzy routines, elbows flying as he smiled up at me. “I love my Mama,” he announced. It just doesn’t get any better than that. « Continue reading »

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Bring May Showers

Dirty faced babies running outside in the sunshine, and all but one is mine.  Oh, he’s mine on some level, same grin and orneriness, same hair… the grandbaby runs, transfixed on his Uncle Eli, all of 3 years old, copying every move, and Eli plays, alternately miffed at the intrusion of attention lost, and loving the adoration and company.  It’s so much different than the life that we plan out, isn’t it?  I sit poised on the edge of 40, no time to worry about wrinkles with the multitude of children, and ponder what’s gone on.  But one huge difference still affects each of my days-my son.  I was given a son at the age of 16.  I knew nothing. I had babysat, but that is NOT the same. (Can I get an amen?) « Continue reading »

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March Comes in like a Lion

I started off my day feeling a bit sorry for myself. All of my little ones were down with colds and it had finally caught up to me.  There was an impending snow storm to contend with, which translates in my home to Daddy leaving for days on end to plow the snow, and Mommy, in my admittedly defeated mood, to hold down the fort.  Oh, I know better.  I know to be the encourager, to fill my husband before he leaves, but the human in me jumps to the loneliness conclusion, even before the first flake hits the ground.  I find myself down in the dumps and far from being the Mama that needs to keep the home fires burning. « Continue reading »

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An Adoptive Mom’s Journey to Motherhood: A Mothers Day Story

I used to hate Mother’s day.  Not because I was not grateful for my Mother or for what my Grandmothers did for me. They were and are great women.  I hated Mothers day because it was a day to remember and honor mothers. Something I longed so badly to be but was not. « Continue reading »

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Parenting Lessons From A Suffering Child: Part 2

I felt like we had become spiders living in a web of wires and tubes. They clung to her feet and chest. They protruded from her nose, back, arms, and other uncomfortable places. It was difficult to move her or to even change her diaper. It was nearly impossible to pick her up. She was in a constant state of discomfort and pain where sleep comes in small spurts and only when weariness finally overcomes pain. « Continue reading »

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Parenting Lessons from a Suffering Child: Part 1

Parenting Lessons from a Suffering Child: Part 1.

The news isn’t good… not good at all.  My precious, innocent, two-year-old daughter’s kidneys are failing.  My baby lies in the hospital bed next to me; she is terrified and in so much pain that I have to lay in the hopistal bed with her or her heart rate sets off the alarms.   « Continue reading »

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Parenting Lessons from a Suffering Child: Introduction.

Parenting Lessons From a Suffering Child: Introduction.

This blog series includes parenting lessons my wife and I received from our 2-year-old daughter who suffered serious medical issues resulting in more than a years worth of surgeries and other traumas.  The road we trod together was painful and life shattering but in the end, we were all changed for good!  « Continue reading »

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