We don’t get out much. Between the various needs of my family, and the fact that my husband and are complete homebodies, it’s just not really our season for travel. We may be home, a lot, but we also love learning about the world. My boys are fascinated, and always have been, by other cultures and…
I come from a long line of history buffs. My mom, my dad, my siblings – we all showed an interest in and excitement for history. My sister and I used to pretend to be in various stories throughout history – pioneers, explorers on boats, helping Anne Frank escape from the Nazi’s instead of being…
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…
“I am going to write a doctor’s note for you stating that you have a serious medical condition. Perhaps this will help you get respite care from someone.” After months of crippling headaches, a stabbing sensation behind my right eye and shooting pains down the right side of my body, I finally went to see…
“There…in the…wa…wa…water was a boy.” My youngest son struggled to read the sentence. Again. I tried to encourage him, my heart sinking. “Good. Keep going.” As he worked harder than any eleven-year-old boy should have to just to read The Story Of Ping, I thought to myself, “Surely by this time next year he will…
My eleven year old son was asked by his occupational therapist last week, to draw a picture of his least favorite thing. “It’s crowds,” he said. “I hate them. I can’t think anymore when there’s a lot of people. It makes me really anxious.” As he drew several stick people, all with evil eyes and crazy…
“Look what I made for you, Momma!” I started to tear up. My ten-year old son had been in the hospital for several days and was very, very ill. But one of the things he looked forward to every day was participating in “art therapy.” “Here you go. I know you’ll want to frame it.” He…
My son has been in the hospital for three days now. I have cried more than I thought possible. I have prayed more than I thought possible. I have worried more than I thought possible. And I have found more encouragement and hope in the midst of this, than I ever thought possible. Right now,…
When my son was in preschool, he carried a particular book around with him all the time. In the car, to the grocery store – he even slept with it. It was his favorite book. It had beautiful pictures of animals, and little interactive boxes and slides. He loved it. Now, that little boy is…
I was in the air when it happened. Working as a director of training and development for a large company meant frequent travel. Every Tuesday morning, I boarded a 6:00 AM flight for either San Francisco, Los Angeles, Boston or New York, and flew to meet with and train various executives. September 11, 2001 was…
We spend a lot of time practicing reading with my ten year old, dyslexic son. Ask him about it and he will say that he works hard, but his brain just really doesn’t like to read. Ask him what his brain does like, and his first response will always be P.E. His second answer? Math….
I was cleaning the bathroom, when I heard my children giggling with delight. Not just a little laughter – no, the sweet sound of two little boys, genuinely giggling and having fun together. I smiled to myself. One of my favorite things in the world is that sound. I kept scrubbing (because bathrooms and boys…)….
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