A near miss

I think my children are trying to kill themselves or see who can be the first to give me a heart attack.

They were in the den, on the couch. I heard the thud. I heard the cry. It settled to a quiet sob fairly quickly then a yell at a sibling. I was slow(er than usual) to get to him as he has been grumpy and fussy and a pain in the boo-tay all day. He was “letting a sibling have it” with some choice four year old words. Totally wish I had it recorded.

He walked to me crying, we met, and THERE IT WAS!

Bright as tomato juice dripping down his sweet sad face, mixed in with the tears, was the blood.

My heart sank.

My stomach rose.

The guilt consumed.
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Today

“Mama, no, no, no! Don’t go in deh kitchen; dere’s someting inbisible in dere! It’s a MONSTER!”

I thought he was just playing around with his brother and having fun “retending”. I tried to play along a bit until I realized he really was scared about something in the kitchen. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back screaming and crying, so scared for his mama’s safety.

“But, Mama, monsters are mean and scary.”

At a complete loss of wise words I fell back on the fact that just last week he had watched Monsters, Inc. and cackled all the way through it, thanks to Mike Wiskowski. “Well, Sweetpea, what if he is just as scared of you as you are of him and it’s all a big misunderstanding?”

“Oh, yeah, ok, but (whispering) be caweful.”
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Mortified Pride

We have crossed into a territory that is new to me. I am a woman. I experienced many things as an adolescent, a teenager learning about my body and what was happening to it, how to handle it, what to do, what not to do. All of my experiences from two perspectives – my own, but mostly, a female’s.

I will save you from the stories of angst and pain I suffered. The stories of humiliations I experienced. I will spare you because as an adult I believe that even those I saw during those years of “having it all good” most likely have their own stories of pain and humiliation, just as I suspect you do, too.

My oldest child is a girl, a daughter. So I felt fairly well prepared to assist her when she needed it as she approached that place when we feel like we are aliens in a new body, learning new things about ourselves. Telling her all the urban legends I could remember from my early teen years about what was happening and could or could not happen and how it could or could not happen. You know, biology, the facts.

But this new territory in front of which I stand is a bit scary and startling for me. This is the very same territory before which I have stood just a few short years ago. This time the territory has a new face, it has the face of my oldest boy, my second child.

I ache with pain as I see him go through the halting and haunting moments of hormonal surges through his body. I ache as I watch him struggle with all the confusing feelings. It’s like spinning in infinity at one moment that stops as quickly as it begins. He loves/hates/hurts/laughs all in a moment that feels like going from 90mph to 0mph in half a second. His is struggling to figure it out and balance it against what his head knows.
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Glory Baby

Thanks to friends on facebook and twitter and emails and dms and links and I could go on, we feel loved and blessed to have the friends we do; the Internet can be totally amazing some times. More than one friend shared this with me and so I post it now.

Glory baby you slipped away as fast as we could say baby…
You were growing, what happened dear?
You disappeared on us baby…
Heaven will hold you before we do
Heaven will keep you safe until we’re home with you…
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A season of winter

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Dear children,
I love and adore you with all my heart. Your are all growing and changing in so many ways. There seems to be a lot of hardships these days. Each one of you is being tested. We all are. Things are changing and moving out of your control. Life is shifting. And this is hard.

You are struggling to accept change, yours and others around you. Change is all around you. The seasons change. Spring becomes summer becomes fall becomes winter becomes spring again. While it seems a never ending cycle, with each new season there is growth abounding often unseen. What looks to be dormant or dead is changing or growing on the inside. Things are happening that the human eye can not see. In the winter when the trees are bare and fruitless they are not dead or dying, they are preparing for what is to come. They have shed their old leaves to prepare for the growth ahead. The tree tops grow taller. The branches grow longer in preparation for them to sprout new twigs and leaves. They shed their clothes because they no longer fit. They prepare themselves for what is to come. They make way for the beautiful garments that will clothe them in the spring. The buds burst forth and open with the beauty. They stand tall with an element of pride for the long hard work they have done. A short, but well deserved rest before they must do it again. The cycle repeats, but with each cycle they grow taller, stronger, fuller, more beautiful than the year before.

Trees in winter

Trees in winter

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