My son’s response

In case you think this is going to be one of those posts about my amazing kid that cheered me on and texted all his friends to say how proud he was of me… it’s not.

In case you think that I am about to paint a picture of a kid that, bless his heart, was so tender and “Jesus-like” that it made the rest of us want to vomit… you’re in luck.

This is not that post.  Continue reading

Our day at the beach

 

So, we went to the beach with our new friend. His name is Musaed (pronounced Moo-saud) and he asked that I used his real name and has given me permission to share his story, which is pretty stinkin incredible, so the next post will be just that.

But, I need to address something first, something that became so apparently obvious to me in the middle of our amazing day.  Continue reading

Jake’s Day

Today was Jake’s day. Living in a house of all girls, my fourteen year old son rarely gets a day that is all about him.

But, today was the day. With one sister at dance and the other babysitting, it was just the two of us. This was my chance, my chance to connect with my ‘man-child’. At 6 2′, 175 pounds Jake is, ummm, a little big for one that hasn’t even started high school yet. But, all it takes is about 5 seconds with him to know that is he all of fourteen. He loves sports, video games, more sports, being goofy and pestering his sisters. Continue reading