Saturday, June 21, 2008
- a good middle of the line, use-your-common sense approach to parenting
The Not Quite Crunchy Parent
-maybe you recycle and have a Hybrid, but you aren't quite considering growing all your own food in your backyard
Thursday, June 19, 2008
As I was running in there, frantically praying to Jesus that everything was okay, a million thoughts rushed through my head at once. Is it Samuel or Levi? Samuel can take a fall much more than Levi can. How bad is it? Could I be overreacting? Who cares if I am? Is this going to be a life-changing disaster? Will there be blood?
What had happened was that Samuel got the comforter in his hands and held it up in the air and was going toward Levi, who was innocently laying there, to try to smokescreen him. Michael quickly removed Levi from harm's way. Then Samuel for some reason took a left turn and walked right off the bed, getting tangled in the blanket, and falling head-first onto the floor.
I ran in to the room, and the first thing I saw was Levi on the bed, so I panicked that he fell. Then a second later I saw Samuel, and Michael was telling me to take him and that he would get Levi. Samuel was screaming, and he had a huge goose-egg bruise already on his forehead. I picked him up and held him close, reassuring him that everything was going to be okay and got a cold-pack to put on his head. Of course he wanted nothing to do with the cold-pack, so I had to use force to hold him down long enough to take away just a little of the swelling.
I did that for a little while, then gave up. It was better for him to just be calm than to freak out every time I put it on his head. So, we watched him for about 45 minutes, checked his pupils, then went to bed. Thank God it wasn't serious.
As I read the Dr. Sears page, I imagined what it would look like if Samuel did have any of those signs of head trauma. It reminds me that a life-shattering moment can happen at any time, even at home on a Wednesday evening.
I know that's a downer, but really it simply tells me to soak up every moment that I have with my precious boys. Life is so fleeting.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
So on Sunday at church they had this little video to honor the high school graduates for their big accomplishment (which Michael says is debatable, but I digress). When the pastor announced that they were about to show the video, I though, ‘Oh boy, here we go,’ not expecting to be totally enraptured in the video, especially since I don’t really know any of the kids.
It was basically a slideshow with slow pans and zooms over pictures of all of the seniors with some sentimental music playing over it. For each one of them they had a picture from when they were a baby, a kid, a preteen, and then their senior pictures with their names typed in a pretty font and “Seniors ‘08” or something to that effect.
So I’m sitting there watching it, and I suddenly have tears pouring out of my eyes. Whuuut! I wipe them away, making sure not to mess up my makeup. Seconds later, the tears come again! I lean over to Michael and whisper, “I can’t stop crying.” We quietly laughed about it, then I sent him to get me some tissue before the lights came back on and people saw that I was crying.
It’s so cliché to even say that it’s cliché, but time really does go by fast, especially when you have kids. Seeing the baby pictures of those seniors really made that cliché so real for me. Those baby pictures were taken in 1990! That wasn’t that long ago; I was in middle school in 1990.
I then imagined little Samuel and Levi’s baby pictures up there and tried to see them as 18-year-old boys about to leave home for college. Gosh! The tears are about to come again! You get the point.