54 results for tag: Holidays
Empty Holidays; Hopeful Holidays
I remember my first Thanksgiving without my daughter. She had only been gone a few weeks, and I physically ached with missing her. A casual comment before the meal began: "We're all here..." and the silence as that comment sunk in sent me out door, on a long walk through a drizzling rain, arguing, praying and crying out to the Lord.
Holidays are how we mark family growth. Pictures, memories, meals, chaos -- when you think back on childhood, don't most of your poignant memories surround the holidays? As a parent, we dream of turkey handprint paintings, introducing our child to the scrumptiousness of heirloom recipes, and capturing ...
Father’s Day
by Holly Steele "It’s a boy!" were the words we heard for the second time on a beautiful March afternoon. I could see the huge smile on Ryan’s face without even looking at him. I am sure he was already day dreaming about all the sports they were going to be playing in the backyard and probably sizing up which of our boys would play pitcher or catcher. Those hope and dreams that my husband, Ryan had for our littlest never came true. However, words can’t explain how proud he was of Landry that he fought and held on as long as he did. He wanted to show him off to the world…. He just ran out of time.
When Ryan and I said I do on July 2, 2005 ...
The Honest Truth
by Melissa HeereboutI am sitting here writing this on Mother’s Day Eve. My 3 kids are in bed and my husband is working late. Tomorrow will be my fourth Mother’s Day without my son Izaak. Tonight I sit on my couch trying to catch my breath from the messy tears I’ve been crying. It has been 1187 days since I held Izaak in my arms. And I’m still surprised at how fresh that pain can feel in certain moments.
I had another blog written and ready to go. It was about being Warrior. Tonight my arms long for my son and being a warrior in this battle feels difficult. So I thought maybe my frankness might be better suited for this post.
I am so ...
THAT time of year
by Chelsea JacobsIt's that time of year again.
The time of year when every commercial is painted in pinks and yellows and shares great gift ideas for moms. The time of year when preschools everywhere invest in finger paint and glitter glue as crafts are carefully created for mothers. The time of year when churches stop services to acknowledge the love of mothers, perhaps giving each one a rose to say thank you.
The time of year when, for many women, they are honored and celebrated and find joy in the blessings of motherhood.
But, it's also the time of year when the pain of infertility can run so deep, you want to run and hide.
It's the ...
