New Year

How Almost Losing My Son In 2022 Helped Me To Define 2023 Goals

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September 18, 2022, was like any other late summer Southern California day. The weather was nice, and my family and I were excited to use our Disneyland annual passes. As we prepared to leave, we noticed our then 15-month-old son was extra clingy and kept wanting to be held, which wasn’t unusual. But soon, clingy behavior turned into favoring one leg, and then he wasn’t willing to walk.

At first, we thought he strained his right leg trying to climb out of his crib. He was normally our little Tasmanian Devil, climbing up on furniture and running around. So, the fact that he suddenly wasn’t willing to walk was worrisome. We almost went along with our plans to go to Disneyland, figuring he would spend most of the day in his stroller, anyway. But we followed our parental instincts and took him into the emergency room. We had no idea what was in store for us. My husband and I expected to be in and out of the hospital, possibly with a prescription for pain meds. We hoped it would be nothing more than our son being needy. While my daughter was advanced and an early speaker, our son was born premature by 6 weeks. He was trying to communicate with Mommy and Daddy as best as he could. He was telling us something was very wrong, even as he couldn’t speak.

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Goals & Reflections: I’m Not Quite There, But I’m Not Where I Was!

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Goals & Reflections: I’m Not Quite There, But I’m Not Where I Was!

December is a perfect time to reflect as we enter into the New Year. Whenever it comes to goals, most of us can say that we’re not quite there. While there are rare individuals that can boast that every area of their life is absolutely perfect, it’s not common. Read the rest of this entry »

Faithing Obstacles

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Faith inscription on a granite blockWhen the word faith is brought up, you might be the “oh no” type of person who rolls their eyes and grimaces at the recollection of childhood Sundays being dragged to church when you’d rather have been watching football or playing outside. You had to wear that stupid button-up shirt with those pressed slacks, and your mother combed your hair to the side. Or you had to wear that frilly dress and those stockings that you absolutely hated. And those berets in your hair! Read the rest of this entry »