Smack in the Face

Tears slid down my cheeks, unbidden. Why did they have to come? Pained and bewildered eyes looked down at me. This six-foot teenager tucked me under his chin as he embraced me, not knowing what else to do. But it was all wrong. How could this towering young man be the same creature I lifted…

A Ride in the Car

Some things take some getting used to … like my youngest riding next to me in the car. For the past 12 years I have caught my son’s eye in the rearview mirror as he rode safely tucked in the backseat. Now that he is legally allowed to ride in the passenger seat, I’m struggling…

Closer to the Edge

My youngest starts 6th grade today. I read that sentence and think, “That cannot be right.” (Also, I’m not old enough to have a high schooler and middle schooler, right?) How did this happen? It seems like yesterday I lifted his tiny body out of the crib. Now he is nearly as tall as me….

Different is Good

Heat rose in shimmering waves off the pavement. Tendrils of perspiration dripped down foreheads and backs. Hunter stepped up to the line. He filled his lungs with air and pitched forward, spitting the watermelon seed with all his might. With great expectation, Hunter searched for his seed’s final destination. Unfortunately, the watermelon seed only flew…

Growth Chart

I’ve survived a lot of big moments in my life. I didn’t freak out when I turned 30 (or 40). I didn’t cry when my boys started kindergarten. (Yes, they’re homeschooled, but let me have this victory.) I didn’t overreact when my oldest moved into student ministry after all of those years of working with…

Who Do You Want to Be When You Grow Up?

While working on the photo albums we will be sending as gifts this Christmas, I came across this picture: This picture was taken on Halloween 2007. It was the first year the boys had ever been trick-or-treating. (We had always taken them to fall festivals at neighborhood churches.) As the picture shows, Kaden was dressed…