Posts tagged "death"

When the world is scary, wear granny panties

Barely a week has passed since a loved one was admitted into the hospital, since that first X-ray showed “something” which needed to be looked at more closely with more scans and tests. It hasn’t been an entire week since we first heard the word: cancer. It seemed so easy for the doctors and nurses... Read more »

I'm a 35-year-old Woman Who Misses Her Grandpa

I'm a 35-year-old Woman Who Misses Her Grandpa
Grandparents. Good for spoiling your children and the perfect babysitters. Nobody can do it like Grandma or Grandpa and I have to admit, I had a favorite. My Polish Grandpa, who passed away 12 years ago this past December, I think was a little sweet on me, too. I remember the last time I spoke... Read more »

Should 5-Year-Olds Kiss Their Friends on the Lips?

It’s a little hard to define things for small children and a few subjects have been recurring lately for my almost 5-year-old. Death, marriage, and love to be specific. Death I tend to be vague about and plainly say when someone dies, they go to Heaven and live with Jesus. (Our personal family belief.) I... Read more »
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Adoption: When your new little bundle of joy is hairy

Adoption: When your new little bundle of joy is hairy
The kids have been asking to get a kitten for months. “Mama. We love kittens. Let’s get a kitten,” they say, innocently blinking their blue eyes at me. From another room, my husband replies, “We will never get a cat. EVER.” Tears ensue and I hold my devastated children in my arms as they ask,... Read more »

I'm ready to get mad!

Yesterday’s headlines have been a good reality check/smack in the face for me. 14 Decapitated bodies found in Mexico ResortBloodbath:  Portuguese Journalist SlainNation Shocked: Congresswoman Shot in Tucson I am humbled and completely grateful for my content and abundant life.  A few days ago, I thought all day about my torn jeans.  I dropped my... Read more »

Backyard funeral: The story of a boy, his hamster and one family's backyard burial.

No, Brooks, your hamster is not hibernating. My husband knew the situation was not good the second he heard our youngest, Brooks, call down from his bedroom, “Dada, I think Rascal is hibernating.” Without hesitation and without me there to solve the crisis, my husband bolted up the stairs to Brooks’s bedroom. Brooks sat in... Read more »
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