Seven Angels, Four Kids, One Family
Sometimes sarcasm is the only sane response
Since he’s been taking the train between here and New York so frequently, Kiddo1 has developed an abiding interest in all things train: from model trains to railway timetables. “Do you know Amtrak has a Miracle Train?” He’s not talking…
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In the car, I suddenly realized my kids were discussing how they’d answer the question “If you could change one person, who would it be?” This is an offshoot of Sunday at church where the priest gave some answers from…
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On Friday, my oldest stayed home with the first rumblings of the illness that knocked all but my Patient Husband flat to the ground for the weekend. While he was lying on the couch, I made lunch for Kiddo#3 before…
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I don’t know why God does some things. But there are times I know He’s served me the ball, and now I need to return it. Kiddo#1 was diagnosed with Asperger’s about 18 months ago. I finally — after a…
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Yesterday was “Pregnancy And Infant Loss Awareness Day,” of which I was unaware until…well, yesterday. Usually I acknowledge it because of Emily, but this year my brain is a sieve. We ended up at a birthday party yesterday. For a…
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While I’m told most parents look forward to the start of the school year, here it hits hard. During the school year, I lose sleep. The kids’ schedules are such that I’m cut short every morning by about half an…
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My children are signed up with the Angelborough Baseball League. Kiddo#2 is slated into softball, and there’s no problem with that. Kiddo#1 has never played baseball before, other than five days last summer at baseball camp. He knows everything about…
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Kiddo#1 is still at “money school” and is doing splendidly. To recap: he gets a ten-dollar allowance but must budget that to purchase any hot lunches he wants at school. Lunches from home are free. Thus far, he’s never run…
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Kiddo#1 said to me, smirking, “If you get in trouble at school, do you think they’d send you to the principal’s office, or to the gym teacher’s office?” Not being quite as dumb as a potato, I remember being introduced…
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I’m watching a psychology lecture unfold in my own household. Harriet Lerner in her amazing book The Dance of Anger describes the move-countermove dance. Briefly, if you take a step to change your life, the ones you love will be…
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