Before school Ty suddenly collapsed with sobs. Headfirst in my lap. People. This huge-hearted boy’s tension is always surrounding people. This time? School recess. As if the playground opens an overwhelming abyss of, how do I love and play with every person at once? He shared about the day before. His buddy played with another friend. Two buddies joined up with …
I had the strangest dream last night. I came downstairs (Ty apparently got his wish to live in a two-story house) only to notice the first floor flooded. Dark hardwood planks buckled under the kitchen table and chairs tilted precariously from the warped floor. I remember kneeling down, touching the planks, wondering where the water was coming from. And then the panic came. …
Weeks ago I noticed complacency surfacing. I know when it’s near because my mind entertains the phrase, Is this it? There must be more. Do you ever wonder the same? By mistake I started praying, God, help me refocus. Help me live like today is my last. Help me like, really really live. With joy and love and a cut-through-the-fat-peace only You offer. …
I’m welcoming and celebrating Jessica Hall, a Noonday Ambasssador, to the Pogue Cottage today. When I asked her, Why Noonday?, her passionate response bubbled out. Thanks, Jess for sharing your dreams and inviting us to be a part of supporting them. And just in time for Mama’s Day, right ladies? One of my favorite words is dream. I love dreaming. I dreamt that someday I …
“I’ve always wanted to ____________.” “I dream about becoming a __________.” “Do you think ____________ is a good idea?” More and more I’m talking with moms and college students, friends, and other parents about stirrings and ideas swimming around inside their heads, and I notice a common theme- the desire to be validated and cheered. But it’s more than that; some …
September seems like yesterday. Fall has that way about her; she begins the first stitch in the frantic season and they follow, one right after another, holidays melting together like a knit ombre sweater. From burnt orange Halloween into golden baked Thanksgiving, silver merges into Wintry Christmas and before we know it, hello 2015. Feels like an hour ago we were unwrapping Christmas presents in our …
Hours after brother chatter fades and dreams come, I turn on the hall light and tip-toe to the bottom bunk where you sleep.
A dim glow falls across your face and I bend knees to peer close.
Instantly, heart-a-swell, I’m overwhelmed. By you. Our son. Our Ty.
I’m scooping up humble pie and shoveling it in by the spoonfuls. Pride has gotten the best of me, weighting each bite.
Yesterday the thought fluttered by: I’m glad this GRIEF thing is over. It’s nice to have that behind me. I’d doing fabul—.
Bam- I wake from a morning dream, grasping at the scene playing behind sleeping eyelids.
With New Year’s Day on the horizon, conversations surrounding resolutions and goals hang in the air.
I’m all for setting plans and putting them into action, but something about those words carry an obligatory weight, the thought tiring before I even attempt.
2014, the blessed turn from old to new page- heck, more like opening a new book – promises clean lines and open space to
Thank you for your encouragement and excitement with this new blog series, TANNER & TY Talks. I love that so many of you relate, have additional thoughts of how you talk with your children, and are pulling up a chair to join us as we throw honesty out there, mess and all 🙂 My hope is somehow the conversations we’re having with our boys will bless your family, and remind you that we as parents, we are not alone. It takes a village, so let’s help one another out. And let’s do so in a humble place where we can laugh and cry together. Yes?
Today we join the world of TY Talks.
TY. This kid. I adore him. I didn’t know a three year-old could make me laugh one second and scream the next.
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