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.
Parenting…
Parenting, its’ so easy, am I right?! Nope. Just hangin’ on by a thread most of the time. Yet, one moment at a time, we figure it out. I usually don’t feel like I know what I’m doing, but asking questions and being present gets us through it.
Paying For Mistakes Part III
So what happened to my son to warrant him being so upset and running away because of this rock wall?? What could have possibly “made” him run away?? Well, let’s be clear, nothing made him run away, he chose to do that to cope with his feelings. Here’s why.
Paying For Mistakes Part I
I had put a rock wall up in the gym we had. It might have been some sort of personal guilt mixed with fear and excitement for a new place. What I wanted was a place in my home where the boys could be boys and I could still see them, hear them and know exactly where they were.
Scars Of Parenting
This time it wasn’t me running. I could now see wanting to run from a new perspective. It was my 11 year old son now. This time, I could see the sadness that compelled him, instead of that sadness that compelled me. He decided he didn’t want to live with us anymore.
Trail of Crumbs
The power of Influence vs force. I’m learning how to be in influence without forcing. I’ve discovered it starts with a process of accepting. It’s a process of acceptance in general. Today, my 9 year old son was reading at the counter. The floor was covered in crumbs and that bugs me, a lot. The crumbs bug me, not his reading at the counter.
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.
