Love Means Showing Up
I really thought my son was going to be admitted to the hospital for his pneumonia. We’d tried two different antibiotics. He was exhausted. Deep breaths hurt. Every time he’d tried to attend dance classes for the previous few weeks, he’d had awful coughing fits. He started wheezing sometime on Sunday. Antibiotics by I.V. seemed
I saw a sign last year that said something like, “Adulting is hard…come in for a latte!” Now I see “adulting” on t-shirts and bumper stickers. “Adulting” is the new “parenting,” I guess. It’s something we learn to do, to become an adult=adulting. I get how adulting could be a challenge for some, but
People I barely know will sometimes share with me that they are considering adopting. This has happened with a woman handling our mortgage, the pest control guy and an assistant shampooing out my hair dye. I’m game to talk about this pretty much any time. I explain the tug I felt on my heart. I
Every once in a while, I think, “I might have this parenting thing basically under control. I haven’t left a child at school or dropped them at the wrong activity in a while. The kids and animals are all vaccinated. It’s been a few weeks since we had Sponge Bob Kraft Mac & Cheese for