Where has the time gone? My sweet little boy turned 11 on the 18th. My sweet little boy that will probably be taller than me in the next couple years since he's up to my shoulders now. We started the day with breakfast at Beechwold Diner and ended the day with the family at El Vaquero. Yes, we eat our way through birthdays. Of course the celebration didn't end there. He invited 3 friends to go see the movie "Red Tails" on Saturday and then they all came back for a sleepover. YIKES!! They are really good boys but now that they are in 5th grade, they are bigger and louder than they were in 1st/2nd grade. I THINK they stayed up all night. I say that because Evan fell asleep while his friend were still here about 10 a.m. Sunday morning and slept about 3 hours THEN slept 12 hours Sunday night. A good time was had by all.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Friday, December 9, 2011
Scars-Part 2
Back in May I posted about Evan's scars You can see it here-Scars. The other night we were in the bathroom and he was studying his neck. I explained to him that the scar is from his original trach, his airway reconstruction and then the closing of his stoma. I told him that if there is ever a time that he wants to see a plastic surgeon about cleaning it up, he just needs to say the word and we will make an appointment. He looked at it again and said, no Mom, I don't want to do anything to it. It's mine and it's me. If only I had that confidence.......
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
And the recovery continues......
Day 1
Day 6
Day 6
Day 9
Day 9
Well, my pity party isn't going quite as strong as it was the other day, but it's still hanging on just a bit! I was able to get a walking boot on Thursday and see what had been done to my foot. I'm intrigued by the incision and all the brusing but decided not to share on Facebook! Each day is better-the pain is subsiding and I'm almost drug free. I actually drove today-not far, just up the street but it was so nice to get out of the house and have a little freedom. I can't stand for any length of time but as long as I'm moving forward with my healing, then I need to be thankful for that!
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Pity Party
I'm having a pity party for myself today. Actually, it started yesterday and will probably continue into the week. Thanks to my dad, I have bunions. Yes, they are hereditary and I am lucky enough to have them on both feet. It's been years in the making but I needed to finally bite the bullet and have them taken care of. Left foot was done two days ago. Who knows when I'll have the right foot done 'cause the whole thing sucks!They had to cut tendons and put a pin in my foot at the joint. It hurts like hell. I can't put any weight on my foot at all until I go back to the doctor on the 13th. At all. I need help with everything. I'm not good at asking for help. WAH!!!!
Sunday, September 11, 2011
9/11
About 40 days ago, our church handed out Peaceful Remembrance of September 11, 2001-Forty Days of Prayer for Children. It was a resource created by the United Methodist Church to help children in learning how to to use God's gift of prayer. They also asked for the children to write a prayer that would then be used in the creation of the worship service for 9/11. They asked for the prayers to be turned in by Sept. 4th. Mike and I were out of town for the weekend and Evan was staying with Mom, Liz and Cathy. I had asked Mom to have Evan write a prayer. I had no idea what he wrote.
As we were reading the Call to Worship, I thought to myself, wow, these kids are very insightful. Here is what we read:
It is good to have God in our lives!
God made everything and everyone for us!
We pray for everyone that died on 9/11 that they have gone to heaven and are living with you forever.
God, bless everyone who survived that terrible event.
Help all that have lost family or friends.
Help them know that you are with them.
We thank you Lord, for all the heroes who worked so hard to help the victims of that day.
Help us to be peacemakers in the world and not a people who want to make war.
We know Jesus loves us.
We want to show that love to others.
Later, my mom shared with me that Evan's prayer was included in the service in the Call to Worship. The last four lines were his prayer. I was stunned. Mom said all she told him was that she likes to start a prayer with giving thanks for something and then ask God for help. Tears flowed of course! It's times like this that, as a parent, take my breath away.
Here was my sweet boy on 9/11/01. He was our ray of light on that awful day.
Monday, September 5, 2011
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