Sweet E is four, y’all…4 1/2-years-old! Time continues to whip past, no matter how I wish it would slow its jets. As the saying goes: The days are slow, but the years are fast. I was reading though some of the older Sweet E posts and I came across this one. It stands the test …
You guys know I love the What I’ll Tell Sweet E series. This post is a twist on that, with a lesson for all of us who love someone (you know, ALL OF US!). What I’ll Tell {Told} Boy I was working through a business course exercise that would enable me to get clear on …
What?! There are folks out there setting goals for their adult children? Um, apparently. I’m as shocked as you. Are we living on a compound? Are we jungle people (that kinda seems unfair to those who reside in the jungle)? Are we so fixated on the lives of our children and not our own that …
Three years ago there was a bombing on U.S soil at the Boston Marathon. It was senseless (aren’t they all?), outrageous and scary as hell. Suddenly bombings were happening to us, to the collective us, and our children saw and heard about it, which meant we had to talk about what they saw and heard. …
This subject is hard. Who wants to admit to being needy? To being broken? No one, that’s who. Yet, we are. Each and every one of us. Sweet E, my lovely little man, how I love you and your brokenness, your neediness. Don’t be afraid. Don’t fear what is uncomfortable to face. When I was …
In the last year, as Sweet E has grown, I keep finding myself telling Husband, “I need to tell Boy/Girl _____. No one ever told me that and I wished they had.” The best advice no one ever gave me, but would have been gratefully received, was that we’d make it through whatever calamity or …