Grief Journey: When People Experience Loss

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How are you? a friend asks.

I can feel my body looking for the nearest hole to crawl into, I reply. Maybe I’ll fly overseas and return come May.

I’m partly serious.

At Calendar’s turn from February to a new month, I sense, dread. March and April represent the anniversary of dad’s stroke and death, and a myriad of emotions that fall in-between, including late-fallen Easter. If I could just fast-forward this season, well, that would be super swell.

How do babies come out?

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Was not prepared for this one, friends.

Maybe in a couple years, but now? Really?

And so we jumped in with both feet to the baby convo with our oldest.

It went like this: {nonchalantly} during a snack, with a full mouth of Cheez Itz, So mom, how do babies come out? Followed by quick pause, eyes boring into mine. And don’t tell me from your bellybutton because I’ve seen yours, and it’s not big enough for a baby to come out of.

A Brave Letter

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Certain topics get me passionate. Like sitting on the edge-of-the-chair passionate. Homelessness is one of those topics. I’m realizing this more in the last year than ever before. It’s all around. In my face at every turn.

As I write, my bum is half-way off the couch and I’m waving my hands. My husband is rolling his eyes and I’m sure thinking, there she goes, getting all passionate again.

Nose wrinkle smile. It’s true.

My friend Jaime asked me to edit a letter she wrote to her City Council on behalf of the Housing Project for homeless. I couldn’t finish it without crying. Her heart moved me; the way she loves her city, the people, and the potential of what hope can look like if we see homeless people instead of fearing them.

What’s He Doing in Heaven?

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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.

Belly-button Business

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A little secret- I have an indie bellybutton.

It sorta does it’s own things, has it’s own vibe. One day it’s poking out, the next day’s it’s hiding. It’s a bit of a free bird, an artsy belly button if you will.

Things settle and shift and drop differently after one child, then two. My bellybutton is evidence of what used to behave and now has a mind of it’s own. You get the point.

“I’m a $@#%ing Freak!”

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From the back of the trail I see her swaying back and forth on a bench by the playground.

I push forward anyway.

I don’t want my boys to be afraid or uncomfortable around homeless people. I don’t want them to hide behind my legs or pretend they aren’t within earshot of a stranger as they run up stairs and whoosh down slides. I want them to look the man or woman that happens to be homeless in the eye, smile, say hello, and choose to overlook their unconventional appearance or unpleasant odor.

Our {Real Life} Family Pictures at the Pumpkin Patch

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We conquered the flu- threw it out with the trash, lysoled every square inch of our cottage, did 5 trillions loads of laundry, and craving the outdoors, stole Bryan for a few hours before evening youth group to have some fun.

Or maybe in my head I was set on having fun. As in, We are going to the pumpkin patch before all the over-sized squash rot, breathe some fresh air, maybe take some fun pictures and redeem this holed up week. And it’s going to be fun. And you’re going to like it. See? Smiley face…this is where my kids stare at my wide eyeballs, arched eyebrows, and crazy grin, and roll their eyes.

We pulled up and saw darling families donning boots and plaid shirts and fall hats. They looked like they’d stepped out of a J.C. Crew mag. We? We were a ragamuffin crew. We roll-with-the-punches, and my boys were not color-coordinated, and my hair, well, please don’t look too close. After all, we were going to the pumpkin patch for a family outing, not a photo shoot… but doesn’t it usually lead to that?