The reports from the kindergarten teacher are always the same. “Leo has been smooshing his friends again,” she says. For the better part of the school year, she and I have been working together…to help my son process his urge to “squeeze the Charmin.” Or the Sebastian. I’ve experienced this iron-fist embrace myself. My arms and legs are riddled with fingerprint-sized bruises from all of his spirited cuddling. More than head butted, I’ve been head grinded. And our daily reunions at school pickups have the fervor usually reserved… >> Read More
Your daily dose of "aww" is here--and it's about to make your heart turn to mush. Earlier in the month, a Georgia UPS worker posted two Facebook videos that will make your day brighter. Why?…Because the videos are of him singing with his 88-year-old mother who has Alzheimer’s. What's more heartwarming than that? Kelly Ridings and his mom love country songs, so they decided to sing together. But what makes this more breathtaking is the fact that they look do devoted and dotingly at each other--all despite that she suffers… >> Read More
"What's your favorite kind of ice cream, Austin?" the pool instructor asked yesterday in hopes to calm my son down and comfort him during his lesson. Austin was hysterically crying, scared to death…of something. Whether it was the water, separating from me, or just starting something new, it didn't really matter. I chimed in, and said, "Austin, tell him your favorite flavor icee." He smiled, and answered, "Strawberry." My heart broke once again. I knew it probably didn't faze my 3-year-old son that he can't eat ice… >> Read More
There's an old rhyme I used to love in my youth: "Your son is your son 'till he finds him a wife/ Your daughter's your daughter the rest of your life!"
Of course, I was a daughter then, and had a…close relationship with my dear mama; so, the poem worked for me. And then I grew up to have some amazing sons, and wonderful daughters-in-law. These girls are truly the other halves of my adult sons. They have become daughters to me. But the poem, like many such sayings, has some truth behind it. I… >> Read More
When I adopted my son, I saw a shy little boy who looked neglected. He had pale blond hair and pale blue eyes, and was tiny. He also had a mouth full of graying teeth. I was shocked, but assumed it…was a sign of the poverty of the orphanage that he was living in since birth. Little did I know that it was an early sign of many health hurdles we would have to face together. I received my son a few days before his 3rd birthday. Mistakenly, I brought clothes for a 3-4 year-old to… >> Read More