September 2013
Peter returned late last Thursday night after twelve days in Korea and China for work. And while I hope he never has to go away for that long again (um, honey, are you reading this?), I'm also kind of grateful that he did. Here's why:
1. I missed him terribly, starting ...
Where I live, we don't get consistent cell phone service. Every day, I drive my kids to school for twelve minutes, and we talk and listen to music and observe the changing leaves and babbling brook. For the twelve minutes back, I used to try to listen to NPR, though the signal ...
On Sept. 22, Friendship House, a home that offers Duke Divinity School students and people with intellectual or developmental disabilities (I/DD) the opportunity to live together in community, officially opened. In each of four apartments, three students live with one resident ...
Anne Lamott said it, not I, but I know the truth of which she speaks.
The wheels came off the vehicle that is our family yesterday. Marilee was up late and awake early. William was up for an hour in the middle of the night in eager anticipation of the tooth fairy. I was restless ...
It is Sunday. Peter is away for the night. It has been a hard day. Marilee has a fever and an ear infection. William misses his dad and has erupted into tears more than once. Penny has been unable to control her impulses–she can't get a door to close so she slams it again and ...
I finished reading Wonder, by RJ Palacio, which I loved. I won't take the time to review it in full right now, but it is the story of a young boy named Auggie with a severe facial deformity who enters 5th grade at a local private school in Manhattan. You can imagine what it's ...
"My pastor Veronica says, 'Peace is joy at rest and joy is peace on its feet.'"
We've gotten through our transition year. It took us four moves to get here, but we are in this house to stay. The kids are back to school and they all seem happy and well adjusted. We still have the normal ear infections and toenail cutting and sibling bickering, but all in ...
I was raised to achieve things.
I was a third-generation valedictorian of my high school class, like my mother before me and her mother before her. Both of my parents have master's degrees. Growing up, I was The Smart Kid, voted Most Likely to Succeed. I went to college, earned ...
After Penny was born, people kept telling me about the "amazing" things people with Down syndrome could do. A part of me liked hearing the stories–of men and women who started businesses, completed serious athletic feats, sang in choirs, played instruments, and so forth. A part ...
The tweets:
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"You Can't Have It All, but You Can Have Cake" @nytimes ow.ly/oIyR6 #Choices #Success #HighSchoolNeverEnds
What does #HavingItAll mean to you? http://ow.ly/oIzoM#Success#Approval ...
A friend recently asked for my recommendations for books that might offer spiritual formation and encouragement, for parents and children alike.
Here's what I had to say:
As for the kids, the book we have is called The Jesus Storybook Bible by Sally Lloyd Jones. Very readable ...
"This is what it means to be included."
The mother's words jumped out at me from the radio. Included.
Two year old Tatum Bakker had never been able to swing on a playground swing set until they visited Brooklyn's Playground on their way through Pocatello, Idaho. It's a playground ...
Ten years ago today, I was with my mother-in-law as she died. I watched her fight. And I watched the life leave her body. Afterwards, the scent of lilies and lavender. A clear blue sky. A sense, if not of relief, then at least of finality. It took a long time for me to cry.
"Mom, everyone keeps using the word include, but I don't know what that word means."
I had just finished a gentle reprimand because William and his friend had refused to let another friend into their fort. "Remember, William? We always include our friends." ...