Miracle Moments

I don't know which I like better...summer break or the school year. It doesn't really matter because unless time freezes--the cycles of life ring in the opening of school this time every year. In my house-that means the hectic pace of early morning wake up calls, after school sports practices and late hour homework sessions. This one gets picked up and that one gets dropped off and the other one forgets this -while the next one forgets that. It's enough to make your head spin. I can remember a time when I had four different schools for my five sons...Now we're down to two for the youngest three...Alleluia! But it's apparent that we're a little rusty after the long hazy, crazy days of summer. In fact tonight our wheels fell off this well oiled machine as the frenzied activity of football and homework collided and feelings got trampled on in the aftermath of physical and mental exhaustion. Never a dull moment! But I wouldn't have it any other way! For all the...

Out of the mouths of babes! My youngest son Zachary will be ten next month -but lately it feels like he's 15...Last night we were talking about the possibility of selling our family home...it's a little too big for me and his brothers ...but it's our home and well-like the song says--letting go is hard to do...Zachary knows I'm struggling to make the right decision...so he gives me a big hug and says, "It's okay mom-even if we live in a box, I'm going to live with you!" Wow-those words-that voice of support- meant the world to me! The odds are good that we won't be living in a box...in fact, according to another of my wise young sons, 11 year old Jacob...there's manna awaiting in heaven....Jake has been eyeing me throughout the last couple years...watching the wisdom of the woman he calls mom..as she maneauvers life's landmines...apparently in his eyes, I'm making the grade... Jake told me a story he learned in school about this wealthy...

Hi- I'm in good spirits tonite...one of my five sons turned 11-a bright, spiritually gifted child...makes me smile just thinking about him...He's my big cheerleader-giving me sage words of wisdom when I need it most...profoundly poignant thoughts that leave an indellible imprint on the psyche and the soul. He went to the movies with his brothers-so I went to a women's recovery meeting...another bright hour in my day. They come from all walks of life...young and old, rich and poor, straight and gay, black and white...and they come to support each other in the recovery from addiction..from alcohol or drugs or both. How and why I got there-well-that's another story-for another time-but I can honestly tell you-I'm finally okay with it...being there, one of them...among them, clean and sober, sharing my story, passing on my hope and finally feeling that our flaws can flower into the most beautiful, fragrant gardens filled with bouquets of love and joy and peace. I didn...