A Diagnosis At Last (Part 2)


If you missed Part 1, go find it here. We’ll wait.
Could his broken foot be the answer to our prayers for her?
When our 15-year-old wild man broke his foot jumping down the stairs, I saw it as anything but the answer to prayer. I looked at his instantly swollen foot and just felt tired. Two years to the day since his sister’s leg issues had begun, and here was another child hobbling around the house

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I’m the 40-something-ish wife of my beloved Computer Guy.

I’m the adoring and incredibly proud mom of nine children…two saints…seven in training.

I’m my brothers’ sister and my parents’ daughter.

I’m a devout Catholic, an avid political junkie, able debater, aspiring home-maker, amazing friend, and I make the meanest Chicken Fried Steak you’ll ever have the pleasure of eating.

I’m a homeschooling guru, a writing addict, a sometimes public-speaker, and an advocate for staying true to the person God created you to be.

I can’t live in a house with white walls, sing Billy Joel songs while I wash the dishes, will read anything you put in my hands, and am completely obsessed with rhinestones and cute shoes.

I am just like moms the whole world over, and then some.