Making Sense of the Senseless

The World seems crazy right now.  This week has been a never-ending stream of terror and loss and sadness-the Boston bombings, the Texas plant explosion, a blogger losing her special needs son too soon. I continue to be grateful that my boys are too young to understand or notice any of this.  I don’t have to figure out how to explain evil and death to them, I don’t have to assure them of their safety.  Like so many others, I’m so glad I don’t have to do that yet! But maybe it’s not the kids that need reassurance – maybe … Read more

My Perfect Fit

Oh, he’s probably going to kill me for writing this, because that’s just the kind of guy he is. Never seeking attention.  A little bit quiet.  Happy behind the scenes. He’s the rock in my life.  My slow and steady.  I’m up and down and all around and he’s always right there ready to pull me out of the depths, catch me when I fall and keep me grounded. It’s funny how opposite we are in many ways but I think he was made for me.  He’s my counterbalance.  My warm place to rest after the World is a little … Read more

Fuck Cancer

Say it with me.  FUCK CANCER! Yesterday morning I got an email from a fellow Susan G. Komen 3-day walker passing on the sad news that a fellow warrior in pink, Bridget Spence, lost her battle. She was 29.  TWENTY NINE.  Fuck Cancer. A woman on my Clickin Mom’s board posted that she was just diagnosed with breast cancer and is going in for a double mastectomy. She’s 30.  And has a two year old.  Fuck Cancer. A sorority sister posted on Facebook this morning that her principal lost her battle to cancer. She had young kids.  Fuck Cancer. I … Read more

Growing Pains

Today I kept Sam home with me so we could work on potty training.  I have loved having some special time to just focus on him.  He’s such a bright, funny and sweet little boy. He’s been having nightmares lately which are making bed time really hard.  He’s scared to go to sleep but he doesn’t know how to tell us what’s wrong.  He just gets upset and stalls.  I can’t help but feel like he may have inherited a little bit of anxiety from me.  I’ve been known to not sleep for a couple of days after a particularly … Read more