Cank You, God

If it were just me, I might have trouble giving thanks at the moment. As a human, I’ve reached my max. I cannot take another day of seeing my son go pale with pain, or bare an oxygen level similar to before surgery while I wait for it to rise. But as Charlie’s mommy, it’s my […]

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No Tears Allowed

I don’t like to cry. I refrain from doing it as much as possible. IF a tear escapes, it usually meets a hot and angered cheek before being hastily wiped away. I know crying isn’t a sign of weakness and many find it therapeutic. However, it often makes me feel worse and weaker. I’ve been […]

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How Many?

Someone recently said I should buy a lottery ticket because my situation is due for a good change. It may be absurd, but with all of the current odds in my life that need to be beat, I see no need to add more. Besides, after selling a majority of my belongings and letting go […]

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Sunshine & Strawberries

An hour of fun in the sun and strawberry picking with my little guy left my cheeks sore from so much smiling. I relish in the moments that I don’t think about my son as a child with CHD, but rather, just Charlie. A boy with blond hair, blue eyes and brilliant mind. A lot […]

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Valentines, Schmalentines

For the first time in 15 years, I am relieved of the pressure (finally) to provide a man with a sappy gift that may or may not make him internally cringe. Valentine’s Day is my least favorite holiday and has been since I can remember. It’s probably high up there for most men. Yet I […]

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One More Time

In the hustle and bustle of life, I sometimes forget to slow down and appreciate the teeny tiny moments that take up the biggest space in my heart. Charlie’s latest favorite phrase is, “One more time,” and it’s music to my ears because every time I hear those words, it reminds me of just how […]

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