Why is it you can never find the right box when you need it?
This went in the mail earlier this week:
A childhood friend and his wife lost their baby at 27 weeks. This is the second son they've named and buried. Seeing a picture of an 18" casket about did me in. Another friend lost her 20 year old son to suicide a few months back. As a parent it is hard not to internalize 'what it if were me'.
Both are too far to deliver a meal or a shoulder to cry on. It is hard to know what to do when tragedy strikes. Hard to know what to say. But still wanting to do something, I sent a care package of something I hope will bring some small measure of comfort.
On the upside - things have been a bit busy around here. I never thought I'd be one of those moms - running three directions at the same time, but here I am. Tonight we have:
3:45 - 4:30 - Oldest has Math Club at school
4 - 5 Youngest has dance
6 - 7 Oldest had dance
6 - 7 Youngest has Soccer (just a few more weeks!)
6:20 - 7:20 - The Boy has hockey.
Thursday has therefore been dubbed "Crock Pot Night". While the kids were eating breakfast, I was busy browning meat for chili. Meat, seasoning, tomatoes both as sauce and diced, and a couple cans of beans - though by no means gourmet, it is something hot and ready from 5 - 8.
Finally - after six long years of being home, I am now employed as a substitute teacher! Whoot!