Category: adventures in raising boys

Mommy stories, usually involving dirt, blood, smelly things, and the general hilarity that comes with bringing up boys

A Perfect Mother’s Day

First, a disclaimer: There was a time when I hated Mother’s Day. Specifically, 2002 and 2003 were the worst. When you struggle with infertility, Mother’s Day is a cruel reminder of what you cannot have. Equally, Mother’s Day can be unbearable when you’ve lost a child, lost your mother, or are grieving for other family related issues. So, this post is… Read more →

12 going on 45

From his earliest years of talking, all the way to five minutes ago, Jeremy has been a curious, inquisitive, chatty kid. I cannot recall a single exchange between the two of us that ever resulted in contented silence. There is always a follow-up question, a petition, a clarification, an appeal. Sometimes I entertain them, sometimes I don’t. For example, when… Read more →

Teaching selflessness, the hardest thing ever

So I’ve never mentioned this on the blog before, and I’m slightly hesitant even now, but lately I’ve been consumed with teaching my boys to think outside themselves, a task that is tremendously more difficult at Christmas time. Three years ago when we joined our church, I asked around about volunteer work that the boys and I could do. We… Read more →

Allow me a moment to gush

Normally, when prompted to write a few sentences to display his understanding of grammar and punctuation, Jackson writes about football. He used to write about Marvel (ah, the good old days!) or some other obsession of the moment, but the last year or two has been all about football. Imagine my delight when I discovered that one of last week’s assignments… Read more →

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