• patellar subluxation

    she’s in the second period of her basketball game saturday morning.  she shoots, right at the buzzer.  she scores.  she falls.  she cries.  i run over.  she’s hurt.  she’s saying she cracked her knee.  some others have rushed over to aide us.  they feel her knee, push it around, see if she can bend her leg.  it all hurts, but they can’t feel anything wrong.  we take a seat.  they give us ice. she sits out the third period and joins her team for their half-time pep talk.  she reenters the game.  walks the court.  scores a few more shots.  we come home.  we ice it.  josh wraps it with…

  • special needs adoption

    when i hear the phrase ‘special needs adoption’, even though i know what it means, i immediately think of a situation where a child has a severe mental or physical disability.  and then i think about my kids and the fact that in the adoption world, they were considered special needs.  how did they qualify as special needs? they are a minority. they are a sibling group. they’re old.  or at least one of them was at the time they were placed for adoption. i know these things. know them.  yet, they still break my heart. we attended an informational meeting, for our second adoption, a few weeks ago at…

  • 3rd grade unit 5 religion test study guide

    wilbur and i are studying for his religion test.  i’m getting sleepy.  i’m starting to drift off into a light sleep.  not good.  for his test, wilbur needs to be able to answer questions about 10 Bible stories.  we’re going over each one.  he’s telling me what he remembers. we’re talking through moses and the burning bush.  i’m drifting.  he moves on to the story of jairus’ daughter and how Jesus brought her back to life.  i continue to drift.  so not good.  i begin to tell him that he needs to remember his soccer shoes.  that he should just put them in his bag.  and not to forget his…

  • whatever way her Lord deemed best

    “And she took a deep breath and she smiled brave because this is how you answer His call. You don’t get to make up most of your story. You get to make peace with it. You don’t get to demand your life, like a given. You get to accept your life, like a gift. Beginnings and middles, they are only yours to embrace, to unwrap like a gift. But you get the endings. You always get the endings. You get the endings and you get to make them a gift back to the Giver. She told herself that, tucking falling strands behind her ear: Here wasn’t a glory to wrestle,…