All posts tagged: making moments count

Loving Into Being {Making It Home}

August 2011 He walked through the front door and breathed it in. Home. And I was told he place his small, little-boy hand on the wall and spoke the word, “Home.” I was not there. I was in the hospital, barely passing the hours of night and day by pressing the self-administering morphine button; I was holding the hope of home in my heart, living past the tragedy of the car accident apart from my family. And they were coming home. Daddy on crutches—the weight of so much unknown a harder thing to carry than a useless, broken leg—and our four kids were beginning to step back into normalcy. I was out of ICU, off of the machines that kept me breathing and recently established in the trauma ward. Just the entryway wall, already smudged with so many handprints. But this small caress and a one-syllable word made a picture she’ll carry forever. Home. He’d been staying at his aunt’s house for a week. In the whirlwind surrounding the accident, the youngest of our kids …

Our 45 Minutes of Eggs {parenting unscripted}

Thursdays are egg days. You see, I’m only a morning person on vacation. Get me to a hotel, a new locale with places to explore and shops and foods to experience, and I am up at dawn, ready for an adventure. Any other day of the year I need coffee brewed and usually hand delivered in order to awaken before 8 a.m. I’ve ceased to apologize or feel guilty that I’m not greeting the rising sun with a smile. Since the accident, which rendered me absolutely useless before mid-morning (think pain+medications) I’ve had a hard time making morning hours count. I’m getting better, and truth be told, leaving off pain medication helped. So my youngest boy, opportunist that he is, has found that Thursdays are the best day to ask for eggs. Here’s the reason why: the house is vacated by everyone else by eight and he and I share 45 minutes before the bus arrives for late-start Thursday. It’s a morning each week set aside for teachers to collaborate, but for Nikko, it’s become …