Novel Mom

I've been saying good-bye a lot lately.  I really hate good-byes.  I avoid them, like the plague.  Good-byes can be hard.  They can be good.  They can be necessary.  They can be heartbreaking.  I said good-bye to my daughter, who was headed off to visit her dad for the Thanksgiving holiday.  Oh dear God in Heaven, this good-bye was hard.  I wanted her to go.  I was proud of her for going. She's been dealing with so much these past months and to fly alone and take the trip, well, I was impressed.  I was so happy she was able to go and made the plans with her dad and of course, I wanted the trip to go well.  But saying good-bye was hard.  Why was it hard? Well, this good-bye was hard because Liz has been sick.  Really sick. For several months.  Okay, so honestly, about 6 or so months ago, there were days she was so sick she couldn't wash her own hair.  Now she was getting on a plane alone and traveling sev...

Hey, happy hump day, I guess!  So I am back again today.  I just posted a couple of days ago and I have lots of work to get through today, but I can't seem to move forward until I get some things off my chest.  I realized today how much I am using this blog as a place for my voice.  I always have a lot to say, a lot on my mind and never really feel all that comfortable sharing most of my thoughts with those around me.  Rarely, but not usually, do I share.    I've had a lot on my mind lately, a lot going on in my life and the world around me.  Sound familiar?  I'm going to guess it does.  Anyway, things have been particularly stressful for a number of reasons the last month or a bit more and I have been trying to wade through the deep water, but mostly, I've just been working hard to keep my head above the water.  Again, sound familiar?  Yeah, I kind of thought so.  Anyway, I've had a couple Bible verses on my mi...

My teenage daughter recently "came out" on Facebook and admitted to her friends, family and some haters, that she had been dealing with significant illness for several months.  She let them know, in blunt and direct terms, that she had been ill enough so that the fact that she had been able to get a haircut was significant.  To say I was proud is like saying I sort of wanted my cup of coffee on a rainy Monday, where my to-do list was three pages long, I read the message several times because I couldn't believe she wrote it and then posted it.  Wow, what courage! This is one brave young lady I brought into the world.  Of course, it was met with some concern and some criticism.  Well, yeah, of course it was.  But for me, it was monumental.  See, since December of last year, we had been keeping things pretty under wraps.  We didn't have a lot of support or understanding, so we were managing, the two of us, doing the very best we could.  I t wa...