Posts tagged preschooler

Mom almost never had time to sit on the yard swing, but one afternoon when I was five she was sitting on it with me. …

People do not usually say it outright anymore. It comes wrapped now. Everything happens for a reason. God gave you this child because He knew …

I have been angry. Angry that my brother was disabled at all. Angry at what it did to my childhood and kept on doing to …

Suddenly our mother and father locked eyes at that kitchen table and had the same thought–“when he seized in the hospital his heart stopped.”  They …

Rick’s whole first year, our mother put her hand through the crib slats on his chest, becoming a human apnea monitor through every night. After …