Before the chaos of those last 15-20 minutes before dinner, he's wearing a doctor hat and checking my temperature or heartbeat. It's pretty interchangeable at this point in his medical career. He makes the heartbeat sound by clucking and asks if I'm okay. Mothers know we probably aren't okay. Not with our whole hearts walking… Continue reading Nursery Rhymes for Mothers & Sons
The Dead Tree & Other Recollections of Life
It's hard to describe the crash, really. It didn't sound like splitting into a fall. It just sounded like a huge thing loudly falling into itself and onto the ground simultaneously. I'm standing in what used to be the goat pen while my son plays on its hillside. The goats have been sheltered on the… Continue reading The Dead Tree & Other Recollections of Life
If Time Flies So Will I (on motherhood)
So we are just going to do this all over again? Day in, day out. Time. I rebel against holding it tight to my chest. But I wonder should it be like this? So furious, fast, and hurried. So limited, constrained and breathless. But how God fills it with love and healing, hope and laughter.… Continue reading If Time Flies So Will I (on motherhood)
A Mother’s Reflection on Time
We pass through it now. Going to the chickens or the goats. Or the bright yellow shed. It's the back entrance to our garden, a nod to time. Almost like the magic wardrobe in C.S. Lewis's The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. We walk through always getting older and somehow staying put. Immersed in… Continue reading A Mother’s Reflection on Time
Sierra V. Fedorko 