After dinner.\u00a0 Getting my bathing suit on to go to the gym to ride the stationery bike and swim to work my arm.\u00a0 There’s a knock on the door.\u00a0 Ask me how often someone knocks on the door at 6:45 in the evening – like never…so my mind immediately goes to the dudes in the green uniforms and my stomach tightens into a knot.\u00a0 I go to the door and peer thru the peephole (can we ever be prepared?\u00a0 And what would I have done if they’d been there?)\u00a0 But no – it was our gentle neighbor from down the street with a couple of copies of “Our Daily Bread”, with an admonition that today is the 2nd, so we’d better catch up.\u00a0 I’ve never been so glad to see someone – at least not lately.\u00a0 By then Erik has come to the door too, and we both thank him for his watching out for our souls.\u00a0 The second of September’s entry is “The trouble with Heroes”.\u00a0 Hmph – how apt<\/p>\n
Waiting for something to happen and wanting it not to happen but dreading that it will – enough to make anyone nuts.\u00a0 And it’s not like it’s the first time – this is a chronic thing when you have children that you love – no matter how old they are.\u00a0 Looking at pictures in “The Atlantic” brings it home to me – they have some really good photographers working for Getty Images – and it provides a tangible manifestation of those fears made flesh.\u00a0 This one says it all for me as a mom.<\/p>\n
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<\/a>Please God, take care of my boy - don't let him end up like this<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
After dinner.\u00a0 Getting my bathing suit on to go to the gym to ride the stationery bike and swim to work my arm.\u00a0 There’s a knock on the door.\u00a0 Ask me how often someone knocks on the door at 6:45 … Continue reading