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The internal atlas
As I look back as a passenger in our car, I see three children. Two of them are looking at me, whereas the third one is looking out the window. Whenever I ask Sawyer what he sees, he will respond with the road. However, what in his brain is allowing him to comb all areas […]
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The open window
When I was 7, the days were marathons, the seasons were a mini series and summer was a movie that I wouldn’t take my eyes off. That’s how I remember it. It was my world of endless possibilities and zero worries. That was my childhood. That is what I thought childhood should be. It would […]
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Playing in the shawdows
When our youngest child was born, every adventure out was a first. It seemed like there was so much thought into each purchase. It didn’t matter if it was bottles, clothes, or even shampoo as we navigated through the world of parenthood. I don’t think we over analyzed things but we just didn’t know due […]
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The unpredictable
There was a crash and tears echoing from the boys bedroom a week ago. This isn’t uncommon in a house full of kids. However, It is very unique for 7 year old Sawyer to cry and not to stop. As my wife Kellie rushed down to see what had happened, she discovered Sawyer on the […]
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Questions and answers
There is certainly a honeymoon period of excitement when sharing the news of expecting not one but two children. It feels like everywhere you turn, there is an echo of congratulations and happiness. It was a day that nobody could take away from me. I wish I could have paused it for longer. Only if […]
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The baby, the big brother?
On the day Sawyer was born, Kellie and I were not a united front. We were not necessarily broken but cracked. Our communication was lost. We were in the midst of the challenges of being husband and wife rather than just being Jon and Kellie. Our bond was our children rather than our bond as […]
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Off the script
Chicka Chicka Boom Boom was our go to book for a long time. As we would conclude our bedtime routine, we’d spend countless minutes on the very back page where each letter would be represented by its uppercase and lowercase version. Sawyer would point to each letter and say what it was. There were some […]
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Show the way
My oldest son is 9 years old. Like most boys his age, the majority of shock value moments come from the bus. Unfortunately, bus rides these days can tend to be an uncensored, unfiltered YouTube videos moderated by children his age. However, today was more sensitive to him than most rides home. One boy said […]
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Progress report
As a 4th grade teacher, I break down the school year like this. The summer blends into the fall, which is like a preseason of sorts. If all goes well, you feel pretty good once you reach Thanksgiving break. The real season begins in December when students are who they are and the honeymoon is […]
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Dear 7,
Sawyer, I used to think a birthday was a formality. Just another day on the calendar that would bring cake, presents, and balloons. This was until years after you were born that I understood the true meaning of February 20, 2011. I remember that day. I remember taking for granted the notion of having another […]
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