The picture that accompanies this post made me cry when I saw it. It’s a picture of three hands: mine, my daughter Rebecca’s, and my granddaughter Tarah’s. I objected when the wedding photographer suggested it because my hand was black and blue and swollen from multiple stabs at inserting an I.V. (pun intended) by a nurse who needed some practice and thought I’d do as a guinea pig. I was on the way to the wedding when I took a detour to a Las Vegas hospital with a kidney stone and a few other painful maladies. I wasn’t at all […]
You know what happens in summer, don’t you? RERUNS! Kids Cause Pain was one of the most popular articles I’ve posted, and because many of you have started following me recently, I wanted to share it with you. If you have ever cried yourself to sleep over your children, you’ll find help and comfort in this post.
I promised that you would hear from my four children about how giving up their beds to strangers as kids has affected their adult life—and you will. In just a moment. But first, let me recap for those of you who have no idea what you’ve stumbled into.
There’s an old adage that pretty much says how every parent feels at one time or another. “If I’d known what I know now, I’d have skipped the kids and gone straight to the grandkids.”
After she ate the apple, God told Eve, “In sorrow thou shalt bring forth children.”
Sure, He was talking about the pangs of childbirth (those thorns Adam had to deal with were nothing compared to having something the size of a watermelon inside you—WITH ONLY ONE WAY OUT), but as every mother knows, the pain doesn’t stop there.