Holy Hannah My 3 Yr Old Can WHINE!
Anyone who knows my three year old Simon adores him. There’s no reason not to. He’s funny, wired and dangerously smart. His recall and comprehension levels are off the charts. Good thing is, he has a great heart: loves his family, loves people, obeys his father.
Any parent knows God has a marvelous sense of humor. We get many things we pray for. However, there’s always a trade off. He supplies your wants in exchange for some unique challenges.
I prayed for Simon to be bright, to be hyper for his brothers and father to play with him (we had suffered without more testosterone in the house for tooooooo long), and I wanted him to have a good heart. What I didn’t cover was his sick face. You know what I mean–the face all kids get when they have a fever or upset stomach. Some loud childen become peaceful when they’re sick and just want to cuddle of be held. Some children, who are soft and peaceful show that they have one foot in the burning underground. Their heads start spinning around and fire leaps from their mouths.
Yeah, Simons one of those.
The hard part is, he’s child #9 and I have yet to figure out HOW to help him calm down and chill out when he’s ill. I’m willing to help him in any way possible, but he simply won’t stop freaking out. Three days of that as long as he’s awake can wear the nerves of any adult!
So this is a call of mercy, out to any of you parents who have a child who may be a challenge when they’re sick. How do you help sooth the heart of a screaming banshee??
Read MoreMy Mom Died–Part One
On April 25th, 2004, I received a phone call from my father at 4:14 am (time is a bit fuzzy), waking me from sleep. It was a choking, sobbing voice, and I clicked on the light to look at the caller ID on the nightstand. The first words I heard were:
“Mom’s dead.”
I remember my heart breaking and becoming angry at my father for the sick joke. It wasn’t. My mother–one of Gods greatest creations, was dead in a rollover that made national news outside Reno Nevada. She had been traveling all night and flipped the car with her, my sister and my two baby twin nieces (one week from their 1st birthday).
That was the day my family as I knew it ended.
I bring this up, because we are still dealing with family issues that affect everyone around them, and after an argument five minutes ago, there are things I need off my chest. There are things I have learned in the last five years that have helped me to become happier than I have ever been in my life, and though I miss my mom late at night, or on mothers day–and especially at Christmas…I would not change the events of time. Yes my children, even if I were Doctor Who.
Hopefully some of my friends and siblings out there will read this (eventually) and either be able to heal…or pull their heads out of their asses and stop being cruel to one another.
(sorry for the language mom)
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