It was 2:00 on a busy Saturday afternoon, and we had spent the day knee and elbow deep in the mud as we worked to install a new water line to the animal shed. We hadn't even had lunch yet, so I was in the kitchen trying to quickly shred some turkey for sandwiches. As I worked, my daughter pulled up a stool to watch.
I felt myself getting annoyed as she inched closer and closer. I was hot, tired, trying to hurry, and I had almost tripped over her several times as I moved about. But, suddenly, oblivious to my frustration, she asked, "Mom, can I help?"
It turns out that my mother-in-law loved my post. She copy-pasted all of the headings into an email and sent the reply before we met! (We had this conversation a few weeks ago, as planned, but I just finished one of the busiest times of year at my work!)So here is what we concluded......more
As a young child, I remember visiting a great aunt in the nursing home. The place was poorly lit, with a smell I could not quite figure out - likely a mix of medicine ointments, cleaner, and 'other'. My great aunt was almost always reclined in her bed, seemingly already not truly living. My parents did all the talking; I had no idea what to do or say. In my book, the nursing home was a scary place, and I was glad when it was finally time to go home....more
By Dr. Nancy Heath, Program Director, Human Development and Family Studies at American Public UniversityMay is National Foster Care month. During this time, we are invited to celebrate the compassionate people who take on the joys and burdens of being foster parents, and the children whose lives are forever changed through the fostering experience....more
We used to visit them in the Blue Mountains outside of Walla Walla, Washington. Summer vacations where my mom would ship my sister and I off with grandpa to visit relatives in Idaho and Washington for weeks at a time. Concentrated time in a smokey minivan with my annoying little sister and only a notebook and walkman for company. It's a miracle we survived....more
What do you think of when you think of the term Mother? I think of it as a noun and an adjective. When I refer to the lady, THE WOMAN who gave birth to me, and use the term mother; I am saying this is who and what she is. To say, ‘She’s a Mother’, when you refer to a lady with children, says to me that she encompasses the ability to give tender love and care. She gives of herself to her children who are biologically hers or not. Her work as a caregiver extends beyond her own home and deep into the community. She expends herself in ways that are unimaginable and unconditional....more