Pierce had a seizure Sunday night. He fell face first into the bathtub when it began. My husband was reading a book to him, so concentrated on making the story exciting he did not notice him topple over. 5, 10 seconds in the water? Enough to bring terrors I had never known. . .
She was our waitress, the kindest waitress you will ever meet. She interacted with my little guy for a while and then turned to me, “My son is eight. . . He is still living in the Philipines with my parents.” I realized in that moment the utter triviality of my “First World Problems.” We spoke… Continue reading My First World Problems
Last year, only three weeks before my son was born, my aunt lost her baby girl, born stillborn. Life is fragile. . . My daughter is screaming at the top of her lungs in the middle of the nice restaurant. She has lungs to scream, and so this day, I am thankful. I discover my… Continue reading Life is Fragile; Handle With Care