I think there is one story that will forever be our favorite April Fool’s Day Story. Our daughter was diagnosed with a brain tumor the day after Thanksgiving. She was eight. She was immediately admitted to the hospital and not released until her 9th birthday, Christmas Eve. She went back in on New Year’s Eve, had a port for chemo installed over her heart and underwent her first chemo treatment as she watched fireworks from her perfectly placed hospital room. Fast forward a year and a half…
4-1-05 was the last day of chemo. She’d completely planned to go in and pull a joke with the nurses, pretending the access really hurt despite all the numbing cream they put on. Well, that backfired. It really, truly hurt. April Fool’s!
Well, after having our holidays hijacked for a year and a half, we have finally approached a normal life. It’s that bright light in front of us, right? LOL
Yeah, she’s not doing that again
Happy 6th Anniversary, my lovely little girl!
Jamie – finally done being sick and dropping everything until I felt better
I was just informed that taking kids on a Valentine’s date is “Eww”. Who told me this? A teenager. And now I am kinda blown away. When did this happen?
I have gotten used to being Mom. I have spent so many Valentine and Anniversary dates with my kids. We go out for a family date with dinner, a movie, and a trip to the bookstore where everyone gets at least one book. When did they get too old for that?
Does this bother me? Not exactly. It’s a wonderful thing to spend my time on double dates with friends and, always, alone with my husband. But it’s so strange. I know there comes a time when they grow up and move out. I have a couple more years for that, though. But now, the girls are not dating anyone and yet, they don’t want to go on dates with mom and dad. Not even for the chance to go to a movie or a book. And I’m just flabberghasted.
You mean it’s time it’s time to grow up and move on to the next level of parenting already? Am I ready for this?