Category Archives: The Boys’ Room

Staying Connected

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For her birthday, Bella received a toy bracelet with a princess trinket dangling and sparkling. She is all about those bobbles and bangles. However, her new bangle has a hard time staying clipped on. This is partly due to poor craftsmanship and partly due to it belonging to a rambunctious (albeit adorable) four-year-old.

Asher had been watching throughout the day as she wailed every time it fell off. I would soothe her and show her how it wasn’t broken, only disconnected. I would warn her to be careful and not pull on it or it might get lost.  Read more... (353 words, estimated 1:25 mins reading time)

Because I’m Too Tired to Think…

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… I give you a post from a year and a half ago right after I had finished radiation. I just needed to laugh today.

So, this whole “going back to being a mom full-time” after months of other people caring for my children while I recovered? Not so sure I’m ready. I totally want to be ready. In my mind I am ready. My body gives out on me about halfway through the day, but if I can get a nap (that’s a big if!), then I can continue. I think the question is, “Am I mentally ready?” Perhaps it’s because my children are crazy! Crazy fun. But also just plain crazy.  Read more... (999 words, estimated 4:0 mins reading time)

Tired of the Sick

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It began with a simple prayer request at breakfast on Tuesday.

Every morning I read to my littles while they eat. We learn about Jesus. We talk about our day. We share what we are thankful for and then we pray. “Remember,” I said, my voice starting to shake, “To pray for little Andrew. He has chemo in 2 days again, and his hair is starting to fall out and…” I choked on the last bit of what I was going to say, because I couldn’t say anymore. I was too nauseated, overwhelmed by the visceral reaction as I knew… KNEW… what that was like, especially for my dear friends.  Read more... (837 words, estimated 3:21 mins reading time)

The Dragon’s Roar

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When he was little, we called him Hurricane Asher, crashing through life with an exuberance and momentum that left both excitement and chaos in his wake. He was busy. His mind never ceased to amaze us with how much he remembered, how quickly he learned, and how much he analyzed and reasoned.
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Heart Meltings

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It’s the dimples that get me every time. That head ducks down and he smiles at me and melts my heart with his mischievousness and his sensitivity. It has been that way since I first held him in my arms six years ago. This heart melting.
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He has such an easy way about him. He’s always been that way,too, coming into our world so quietly, I didn’t even know I was in labor, and I never felt the pain of contractions before I got my epidural and he quieted the moment he was in my arms. He accepted life, crying only when something was needed. He spoke early and well, using full sentences by 18 months old, but only speaking what was necessary, then moving on to laugh at the world around him in perfect delight.  Read more... (364 words, 7 images, estimated 1:27 mins reading time)