Living is a whole new adventure when you suddenly find yourself alone, widowed and the mother of four young boys a lot like their Dad.
A Fight
My son got into a fight at school. He was suspended for a couple days. “Boys fight, it’s a part of growing up,” they say. It’s a part of human nature to fight. Fighting is conflict. I saw the fight and I saw two little boys, two humans with the objective of inflicting pain on the other.
I Saw A Flash of Movement
I saw a flash of movement. It was fast and it was dark. My oldest boy had just taken off on the one-wheel. I instinctively knew he was headed to the park. Anger flashed in my heart as I saw him fly down the street. He wasn’t wearing a helmet. It was dark. He was not wearing pants.
Evidence of Them, Evidence of Him
Seems like a random picture right?! Let me explain why this picture is significant to me. It’s 12 am and I can’t sleep. My boys however, are thankfully all asleep. I relish the quiet of the house at this hour. It seems to energize me when I should be sleeping. Then, I hear Grant call, ‘Come outside.’ I think, ‘Of course you’re outside.’ That’s when I see this.
Becoming a Mom
I wanted the first baby. I admit that freely. The second, well, he was a sound business decision. The third? He was a total surprise. The fourth? Grant wanted that one.
