We Weren’t Supposed to Be There

April 30, 2014

We weren’t supposed to be there, Blake and I, at that very corner at that exact moment. We were supposed to be sitting at a park having a picnic between the end of Blake’s half-day of school and his five-year-old check-up with our beloved pediatrician. But a phone call yesterday morning [see yesterday’s post] took all the time I had allotted for another responsibility, which then had to happen when I was supposed to be packing our lunches for the picnic. By the time the phone call and the other commitment were finished, all I could do was race out the...

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Five Long Years, My Friend … Time for the Next

April 29, 2014

Five years is a long time to spend in a hell that you keep trying to decorate to look like Heaven, my friend. Hanging up the phone with you, I thought of the last time we talked about the horrid things that _____ had done and how you were faced with an awful decision about your future. Even those who say they only agree with divorce in the face of adultery or addiction or abuse would have to acknowledge that when faced with not one but all three, something must be done. You are swimming in a sea of uncertainty, emotions...

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Nuclear Football Day

April 28, 2014

A couple of weeks ago, two things happened that should never occur simultaneously: (1) it was Tax Day (2) Brian was out of town. Brian is a remarkable man with myriad talents, and there are many, many reasons why I love him. He knows that. He also knows that two things for which I rely on him with all that is within me are (a) his willingness not only to kill the Vespa-sized cockroaches (that can fly!) that we get in Texas and then to dispose of them in a way that allows me to pretend that they never existed (b)...

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Happy 5th, Blake!

April 24, 2014

Dear Blake, Today you are a whole hand.  A whole hand. I'm amazed that you are five and amazed that you are not older than five because you are so a part of our family that it seems that you've been here longer than that; and yet time with you has flown so fast that it also seems that you were born last week. A whole hand. That's five years of your smiles, your giggles, your antics, our snuggles, our games, your amazing personality, your unbridled joy.  Five years of you making our family complete.  Five years of you being one of the greatest...

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April 15, 2014

Our black cat, Barnabus, has evidently appointed himself assassin in a black ops-worthy Campaign of Doom known as “Let’s Kill the Master By Tripping Her While She Walks In Her Own Home.”  Admittedly, it’s not a catchy title, but Barnabus seems unfazed by this, choosing to dedicate himself wholeheartedly to his self-given task. When he needs a break from his off-books warfare tactics, he vacillates between (a) demanding food and water from the master – which is cat lingo for serf – in the style of, say, a feline Noriega (b) initiating MMA-like fights with our typically calm orange cat, Boaz. ...

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Broken Branch? Perfect.

April 14, 2014

“But Mama, it’s broken!!!”  Mariana’s eyes pleaded with me to fix what I simply couldn’t fix. We had gone into the sanctuary to watch the choir come in during the processional anthem.  It was Palm Sunday, and Brian and I love to watch the choirs walk down the center aisle as they wave their palm branches.  The ushers pass out the fronds to everyone who enters, and all of us in glorious unison wave the branches and sing, “All Glory, Laud, and Honor,” and I try once again to figure out how I can ever participate in such a celebration and...

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April 11, 2014

      We share our wonderful home with 44 pets.  (Yes, you read that right, 44.)  Two are dogs (Buster and Baxter), two are cats (Boaz and Barnabus), and forty are fish (if you’d like to come give all 40 fish names that start with ‘B’ to continue The Robison Family Tradition, why, come on over and knock yourself out; my brain would explode if I tried). Lately, Barnabus the cat has taken to rattling the empty food bowls to demand food.  This occurs at precise, 7-minute intervals unless I have just fed him, in which case he graciously stretches the intervals to...

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My sweet Amelia

April 10, 2014

My sweet Amelia, Today marks six years. Six years since God called you Home. Six years since you were fully healed of that rarest-of-the-rare disease that ravaged your body but never had control of your spirit. Six years since that robin that had come to your window in your final days flew away, never to be seen again. Six years since I felt the light springiness of your golden curls, six years since I kissed your cheeks, six years since I held you close and sang the Amelia song your ear, six years since I watched you hook your thumb in your shirt and chew...

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Miracle Math

April 9, 2014

We are math-focused right now in our house.  By that I mean that I wake up and fall asleep thinking about numbers and how best to teach them to our kids to give them a firm footing from which they can leap into their futures for Academic and Life Success. There are two main problems with this. #1 – I am not a math person.  In about 20 metaphorical minutes, the kids are going to be doing math that is Above My Pay Grade.  And that’s really sad because they are in pre-K, 1st, and 2nd grades.  We have a loooooonnng way...

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Trust Me.

April 8, 2014

It’s a special moment of parenting – and let me say that I have an overabundance of these – when your children let you know that they actually know more than you do.  It’s especially fabulous when they do that on topics about which they know virtually nothing but consider themselves - by virtue of being alive - to be experts.  In my world, this is an almost daily occurrence.  And just think:  all our living children are under the age of 8!  I have much more time to be educated on many more topics! Awesome. About three years ago, we were...

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