Category: The Boys’ Room
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Savoring September: Football (or When Did He Grow Up?)
Yes, he seems so small. Yes, his practice jersey is huge on him. Yes, the thought of possible injury makes me quake a bit on the inside. Yes, it’s one more step in holding him loosely. But, y’all, the sheer joy on his face when he bolts through the door after practice warms this Mama’s…
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It Never Gets Old
This morning as I pulled out our Children’s Bible, I teased my boys in my best Aussie accent (yes, I am a dork), “Oh, we’ve reached the part about Jesus’ birth. We don’t need to read that! It was just Christmas.” Smiling back at me, Bear yelled, “NO!” And Ash said, “You can’t skip parts…
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I Blinked
Our lives are made In these small hours These little wonders, These twists and turns of fate Time falls away, But these small hours, These small hours still remain. –Rob Thomas, “These Small Hours” Last night as I tucked him in bed, he hugged me long and hard. “Mom, having you here is what makes…
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I could tell it had snowed. There was a stillness settled around our house, so I checked to see and found a two-hour delay for the boys’ school. Rolling back over, I reveled in the quiet. Then I heard his steps–my Bear, coming to me. He leaned his head on my shoulder, “Mommy? I just…
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New Year’s Bear
It was late when I checked on him, sitting on the edge of his bed and smoothing back freshly cut hair as he slept. I sat quietly next to him. Remembering. It was seven years ago on New Year’s Day when the labor began late in the day. I wasn’t even sure if they were…
A Spring of Joy 