Stealing Moments


2016 was about moments ….and how we went about capturing them.

Stealing moments with God. Asking through prayer for things wanted, not always needed. Mostly requested was hope, strength, healing, and closure.

God never turned me down, not once and I found His word through His book and exposure.

Stealing moments counting pills, recounting steps from lost ground. Recreating patterns, studing test results, looking for answers only to be found…. that the regiment was working and he was on the rebound!

Gaining structure, gaining calmness, gaining a smile once hidden by confusion. Beating the illness in those moments was no longer to be an illusion.

Stealing moments on courthouse steps with hugs and tears a flowing, while waiting on the ink to dry and finally, finally knowing!

Moments with an addition that was once thought not to happen as if to only to be a lie. Not true, nothing even close but by God’s grace he joined our family and forever more, we became a  party of …four!

Stealing moments in the sun, with just a hose pipe yet they had big fun. Stealing Moments sometimes staged not every moment was always free,  but those boys though they fussed and f0ught together they would be.

Moments making it “perfection” proved to tire my soul and mind, in those moments pouring an extra cup of coffee and attempting to not get too caught up in the daily grind.

Stealing moments with my better half oh how hard that was to do, just a few moments together getting out was almost more than we could do!

Our moments though short with a tiny outing here and there; proved that our love will last forever and never question the when’s and where’s.

Stealing moments getting ready for him to go, a toddler wont stay small for long and there were things he’d need to know!

Moments crying as he learned new names and faces and counted his very first ABC’s, not too long after that he was on to his 123’s.

Stealing moments when summer had passed with new settings, new teachers and so many new rules, our big kid stepped foot into something called the “middle school!”

Moments pacing, moments circling, moments talking about what “if’s” ….moments thinking to myself, “Is he about to fall straight off the cliff?”

Stealing moments as school became success and we found that middle school was no longer a four letter word but instead more of a common ground.

Moments where meetings came and passed and his anxiety seemed smaller, almost gone – at last!

Stealing moments as I watched from afar, the cute little girl you tagged as “it” almost as quickly as you jumped out of the car! Her grandmother was not happy and looked you up and down, when the little girl got scared of you, I saw that grandma frown.

Moments are sometimes hard ones, not always sure what to say. One thing I’ve become pretty good at however is educating those that seem dismayed! This grandmother was happy to know and so encouraging of her grand, our kids played to the end and almost completely hand in hand!

Stealing moments with good morning kisses, chocolate milk and oatmeal too when finally Santa came to visit we sat down to teach the children a thing or two.

Moments sharing the true reason for the season …on a level our boys could perhaps understand. We then shared a prayer together, holding on to each others hands.

Stealing moments at the end of this year is really all that mattered …no worries about the bills, the needed hair cuts or a house all torn and tattered!

If moments weren’t made …what would we do with our days and our nights? our years would go by and time would lead us to the light. Moments to count each one as THE best, love unconditionally and try to let go of all the rest!


What Red Ribbon Week didn’t teach my son

So last week was our school districts Red Ribbon Week in support of drug addiction, awareness and the harmful effects of drug use. We didn’t get some pamphlet about how to talk to your child or any thing tangible to assist in this “drive” to help detour young minds from doing drugs. In fact, the only thing I remember getting was a reminder sheet of what silly, outlandish clothing item to dress my child in each day! Now, this is not to say that there wasn’t some talk about it in the classrooms or maybe some rally in the gym, although I think with my special needs child I would have been told if his daily routine had changed as that is the usual protocol.

Each day of the week I made sure my child showed up to part and joined in all the other ’round up against drugs’ rodeo recruits, and every afternoon my kiddo came to the car with absolutely nothing to say about drug awareness week!

So, by Wednesday afternoon I made it a point to ask him when he stepped into the car if he talked with anyone during the day or did anyone talk to him about drugs or drug awareness? His answer was simply “no!” Then he went on to ask me “What is drug awareness?” This question span some talk because I had confused him with the word : awareness. By the car ride home I was sure I had made an important topic some mystery by tossing a few words in that didn’t compute with my child….mom fail?

By the time I had everyone inside and backpacks unloaded it hit me however that even though no big rallies about the issues of drugs , nor printed “how to talk to your child….etc” had made its way in front of our eleven year old ….it was okay, he already knew “why” drugs are bad. It was at that moment I thought back to a rather shocking conversation that had happened about three weeks prior between my husband and the kiddo. I recall my husband walking into the kitchen and saying exactly these words:

“Well, Connor is not pregnant and ….he knows exactly why Colton came to live with us , forever. He really understands that part!”

I about dropped the pan I was washing as I gasped “what ??”

My husband began to explain the conversation that he and the Hero had just shared behind closed door in the Hero’s bedroom. My husband said the following about what took place:

Hero: “Dad, I think I’m pregnant!” (let me interject that the Hero’s fav subject is science and wow they’ve been studing plant reproduction….he took it to heart apparently, lol!)

Dad: “No, you can’t get pregnant, that’s only a mom thing!”

Hero: “Oh, well my tummy hurts. Anyway, how are babies able to look like their parents?”

Dad: “Well, that has to do with DNA and how babies receive some things from the mom and some things from the dad.”

Hero: “Why did Coltons Mom and Dad do drugs for?”…This was bad!”


Dad: “Well buddy, they had a problem with addiction and well, they loved their drugs more then they could love and care for Colton.”

I was dripping soapy water all over myself and the pan I’d been holding but I didn’t care. The ability for my child to truly understand how drugs affected anothers life and the consequence of their actions blew me (and dad) away!

Sometimes, because he’s speech is delayed some and because he doesn’t always say much, we forget just how much our Hero really IS paying attention to the world around him!

No, I don’t need a Red Ribbon Week to teach my child one thing about the affects of drugs…he’s already got that down pat!

In light of the efforts of our school system and the tough job they have trying to teach about the harm of drugs it cannot all be done at school….

Please talk to your kids while they are young. Please don’t assume they get it and why it matters! Lastly, don’t think that the dressing up like everyone else and the “fun lesson”  is going to keep them safe from what lurks just outside their reach…


It matters!








Friends are a lot like shoes. They often fit into one of the three…

a) They fit better with time and the longer they’re with you, the more comfortable you are.

b) The longer you have them, the more they start to stink!


c) You’ve thrown them out or they’ve been lost in the shuffle…and, you miss them terribly.

Pick your shoes wisely! And should you step in poo with them, clean them up and keep walking!

Oatmeal & Bakugans



Oatmeal and Bakugans

Seems like when big questions come up for the Hero a visual helps him to process information.

Today when he told me that he was laughed at on the playground by his “friends” I had several visuals and analogies running through my mind about how to help him know and understand when kids are just laughing and when they may truly be laughing at him, but more importantly however, how he should handle himself.

One analogy about “friends” stuck with me all the way home and later on into the evening …it’s one I’ll share with him when he’s a bit older and can understand as this one comes with age and mistakes too!

Friends are a lot like shoes. They fit into one of the three….

A) Some fit better with time and the longer they’re around you, the more comfortable you are.

B) The longer you have them…

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