Sunday, March 31, 2013

Thursday, March 28, 2013

A Moment to Vent

I don't usually need to vent in this manner, but today I just need to get this off my chest.  I am incredibly tired of people asking me why my children are ALWAYS sick.  Newsflash, they are not ALWAYS sick.  I do have three children who tend to catch whatever one of the other children has and they tend to be sick one right after another, so whatever sickness it is drags out until it has gone through all three kids.  They are not all sick during that entire time.  We also get exposure from 3 different schools with lots of kids, who also carry little germs.

My Isaac has had a rough go this past month.  A virus with two different bacterial secondary infections took the wind out of him.  I promise you that I keep a fairly clean house.  I feed my children healthy food (and they get some junk food every now and then too).  They play outside and exercise.  There is nothing wrong with my home that would cause my children to ALWAYS be sick.

Hannah had her go with bacterial infections until we had her tonsils and adenoids removed.  Since then, she has only had illnesses that the other kids around her are having too.  Nothing weird about that.

Eli has had numerous ear infections.  He has had tubes twice which have helped tremendously both times.  Once the tubes are in, he too only has problems with what happens to be going around.  I just found out one of his tubes has come out.  Don't be surprised if he gets ear infections again.  He may not have grown enough yet for his little ears to drain like they should.  MANY children have this same problem.  NOTHING weird about that either.

I know there are kids that never seem to get sick.  Hooray for them!  They just don't happen to be my kids.  So while some may feel the need to look for blame or just "helpfully" ask me why my children are such sicklings, I really wish they would just keep it to themselves.

The End

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Friday, November 9, 2012

Thinking of War

This morning at breakfast, Hannah and Isaac were asking me a lot of questions about Veterans.  They were excited for the Veteran's Day assembly at school this morning.  As we spoke of the people in our family who had served our country in the military, war came up.  Isaac asked me, "Mom, what is war?"  It seems I've been getting a lot of this types of "wish I had more time to answer this right now" questions.  Anyway, I told him a little bit about war.  He seemed concerned and asked, "Do people die?"  I answered "Yes Isaac, they do."  He looked at me, and began to weep.  Not cry.  Not shed a tear.  He wept.  I saw the heart of my 6 year old son as clearly as I have ever seen it... my sweet boy, with such a deep love and compassion for other people.  I've seen this heart before, but it has always been for young children, for babies.  He seems to have an innate knowledge that babies are helpless, and must be cared for.  He longs to help those who are helpless.  I wonder what my son will grow to do with his life, how his heart will lead his life.  I have a feeling he will be with people, with the helpless and perhaps the hopeless.

After a few minutes of helping him regain composure before leaving to get on the bus for school, he was set to go, but not as perky as normal.  Part of me wishes that this conversation had been a few years down the road.  A part of him has lost the innocence of thinking that people around the world just love each other.  I know more questions will come out of this revelation that war is part of our world and what war is.

One thing I know is that God gave me the gift of being the one to tell my son about such things, even in the simplest of forms.  I was there in his moment of intense grief and could be there to comfort him.  I was also there to see more of his heart revealed.  I pray for more moment like these, however hard they might be.