Yesterday, I was chatting with a new neighbor who has a son the same age as M. Her son and M are quickly becoming good friends. I was trying to explain M's mood. M was in a grumpy mood yesterday, because he was extremely disappointed when his counseling appointment was changed to a conflict in our counselor's schedule. As part of my explanation, I just stated that my husband had died 2 1/2 years ago. Her disconcerted expression and physical reaction made me wish I knew another way of telling her. It made me wish I had even just a bit of Andy's social skills---his ability to read others and empathize.
currently listening to:
brothers playing
dinner(last night):
penne with tomato cream sauce, edamame
john, joshua
the privilege of persecution
today grateful for:
my boys
a nice neighbor
the bible
a friend for M
springtime
provision
1 comment:
Lyn, I can relate somewhat. Judging when and how to say it is not easy for me either. People are always asking how many children I have. Can't really say 3 because I've given birth to 5. But I don't want to sadden people's days by jumping into my story. I know the look of hitting them with a 2x4. That's a good way of putting it. Anyway, I wanted to leave a comment so you know someone is reading your blog! And I think you're doing a great job with it, by the way. I'm a writer by profession and can't seem to stick with it like you have. Good job. I'm sure it's therapeutic as well. I have journaled some, just never brave enough to put it out there for others to see. Maybe we can plan to get the kiddos together this summer. Miss you guys.........
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