Lessons Learned the Hard Way

Today I learned about filing a missing person’s report. It was not a lesson that I wanted to learn. When I gave birth to my children, I never stopped to think that one day in the future I would have to experience going to the Law Enforcement Office and filing a missing person’s report. I also never thought that I would have to consider the fact that my child could be gone forever.

Why Do I Have to Act Like an Adult?

Not too long ago, my youngest son turned twelve.  It was on this most pivotal day that he decided to throw a temper tantrum in the middle of Wal-Mart because we refused to let him spend his birthday money on a BB gun.  On the way to dinner, he remarks from the backseat through snuffles and tears, “Give me your phone so I can call Meme and tell her

Pulling a Tony Stewart and Getting You Up to Speed

I know, another shameless Tony Stewart mention, but once again, there’s an off week in NASCAR and I will be slowly going into withdrawals by the time next weekend arrives, so bear with me as there are many things to talk about.

I haven’t had much time to post anything and there have been many things going around here.  I’m awful, I know, but this semester has me loaded down with schoolwork.  I’m trying to figure out the best way to start this post (and still provide you with all the juicy details).

PACE lap…..

Special Needs means Special Kids and Super Special Teachers

If you’ve read my blog and read my post titled, “The Truth about CJ,” you know that I have a special needs child.  He’s seventeen and while it is easy to overlook the disability, it’s there.  If you speak to him, you’d know without anyone telling you.  I don’t care.  He’s mine!

Since he was in the 1^st grade, I’ve had problems with

Watercolor Ponies

One day, I'll look down and his hand will no longer be in mine.

There is a line from the song, “Watercolor Ponies,” that says, “They look a little less like little boys every day,” and it brings a tear to my eye.  I was at church this morning and we are celebrating graduates.   Two of these young men were barely in middle school when we first started attending the church we attend now.  It has been so wonderful watching them grow into godly young men.  But, all this made me start to think…