The Productive Morning & The Sick Boy

I’ve recently been writing about the horror of seeing my son in pain. He’s had a cold. This morning, however, my wife and I were awoken bright and early compliments of our son. He was sick. His temperature was above 100 degrees and he was miserable. My wife dutifully comforted and fed him. I, feeling a type of concern in my gut that I normally don’t, got up to do the dishes (as our cooking adventures had left quite the mess). This was the start of the productive morning. After nursing my son and laying him in his crib for … Continue reading

The Ghost Enemy

It’s not until you pack up your entire life, all of your possessions, and fit them into a very small space for transport on a truck across the country, that you realize how much stuff you actually have. I had no idea how much stuff I had. I wrote about it last week, but it bears repeating. It’s amazing how many things we tend to carry with us from place to place but never look at in between the long moves. While I recently wrote about something I did take a look at (I had just forgotten) there are a … Continue reading

The Daycare: One Month

We’ve had our son in daycare for a month now and I must admit things have been much better than we could have imagined. Our fears of leaving the care of our son in someone else’s hands has not completely gone away but we are quite comfortable and confident in the staff at our daycare (even if we still think we’d be doing a better job ourselves). That said, the experience has been a positive one for both our son and his parents. This marks the one month reflection of a difficult decision. One month ago we were worried about … Continue reading

Inclusion

Yesterday my wife customarily drove up to the front of my office door after the close of her day to pick me up and drive me home. Normally our son would be sleeping (which is his customary response to being in a moving vehicle), but today was different. Earlier in the week, of course, he was subject to a fever and a general feeling of miserableness. Once his fever subsided he returned to daycare but wasn’t completely over his cough and his cold. This particular day, when my wife pulled up to pick me up, our son was crying and … Continue reading