I’m climbing into the back of my minivan so I can help my four children get buckled. I have a four-year-old, a three-year-old, an almost 2-year-old and a newborn. I tell myself you can do this. Indeed, we are almost ready to go. Before this car buckling scene, I’m helping…
On the second day of school, as he sits at the counter eating his breakfast, Brady asks me:“Mom, am I weird?”I know that's a word usually said with negative intent, especially when kids are using it to label children who seem so different. Like my Brady.I take a deep breath…
While eating breakfast, Brady asks, “Would a dinosaur’s dollar be as big as that door?”These are serious questions from a pensive, imaginative eater every morning at breakfast. It can be challenging to answer such left-field questions about a vast range of topics. I do my best to give serious and…
“BIG ONE, BIG ONE!! WATCH OUT!” I hear my oldest yell out to his three siblings who are in the ocean with him. It’s a serene morning; a luminous sky arching across the vast open beach, and the pounding waves are providing all the excitement they need. As soon as…
“I hope she is still on this Earth,” Brady whispers under his breath with some apprehension as we drive to the beach for the first time this summer. “Mom, is she still on this Earth?” I know exactly who he is talking about. It’s Ms. April, Brady’s 85-year-old surrogate grandma…
