These are my children.
Alec is two; Sebastian is one. They are happy, loved, and cared for. As every child should be.
But so many children aren’t.
Today is World Day Against Human Trafficking. I’ve been reading stories all month. A snippet here, an article there. Survivors’ stories. Rescuers’ tales. Things to keep you up at night. Things to make you sick. Things you want to forget, but cannot.
Should not.
Because if we don’t realize what is happening, how will we stop it? ...continue reading
I hung up Eric’s work shirts the other morning. One of them was a lime green polo. And I thought to myself, This is the shirt I met Eric in.
It seemed a bit unreal, that we'd ever actually met, that we haven’t always known each other.
But I remember that night so clearly. We were playing volleyball in our school gym, and I was at the far side of the court from the entrance. I heard the doors open and close, and before I looked up, I smelled cologne. All the way across the gym.
And there was that lime green shirt. ...continue reading
We’ve had a rough morning, my boys and I. So much screaming and fighting and toy-stealing. Sebastian wanting what Alec has, Alec wanting what Sebastian has, neither of them being happy if I sit a bit to read my Bible and drink my coffee. I couldn’t even manage to get dressed.
Some mornings they’re little angels. They happily play with toys in the living room. They drive cars together on the dining room windowsill. Alec decides to go play in the green room, so Sebastian quits what he’s doing and follows him. Alec sits and looks at his big-boy books, and Sebastian sits and looks at his little-boy books.
Angels, like I said.
Not this morning. I couldn’t wait till Sebastian’s morning nap. That ended up not going so well either. When I came out from a long half-hour of fighting Sebastian to sleep, I sent Alec out to play on the back deck. All I wanted to do was grab a second cup of coffee and sit down at the computer to work on a photo book.
But today is Tuesday. Floor sweeping day, laundry folding day . . . not to mention dishes and meals and little boy maintenance.
In other words, I had things to do. And I knew it was going to get blazing hot later in the day. We don’t have our AC up and running yet, so by noon it’s already pretty hot in our house, and by evening we’re all sweating. I definitely didn’t want to still have floors to sweep by that time of the day. ...continue reading
I have a confession to make, one that the "date your spouse" people might judge me for: Eric and I don't really go on dates anymore.
When we were freshly married we didn't make it a priority because, after all, every day is like a date when it's just the two of you. 🙂 Then when the first baby came along, I hated to leave him anywhere, plus it just plain involved more planning, plus we weren't already in the dating groove. And when the second baby came along, not much had changed. I still hated to leave the boys anywhere, and it still involved more planning, and we were even less in the dating groove.
So the few times we find ourselves out and about alone are usually out of necessity, and out of necessity usually has unpleasant connotations in our case. Cleaning church. Going to the dentist. Things you can't exactly have two little people along for.
Today it was going to the dentist. Eric got us both in for cleanings at the same time, so we left the boys with his mom and headed off to Canby. ...continue reading
Maybe I'm extra fearful, but ever since I was young, there's always been that Scary Next Thing. The first one I remember is baptism. I just couldn't imagine being at the front of the church where everyone could see me. It would be the first time I'd be in the limelight so to speak in public, and it seemed like something I could never actually do.
When I was twelve, I did it.
Then there was the Next Scary Thing: taking my driver's test. I couldn't imagine getting into a car with a complete stranger and driving a car well enough to suit them. Shucks, the very first time I tried to turn a corner in our big, old van, I almost went in the ditch. It seemed absurd that I would ever actually take the driving test. I thought I would probably literally die before I'd do something like that.
But when I was seventeen, I did it. ...continue reading
