Tuesday Not quite sure how the entire month has spend by since I last wrote. Oh, yes I can…Where to start? Let’s see… Lizzie had a tube put in her right ear last Friday. This was the first time I’ve ever sat in a surgery waiting area all by myself. Pastor and Marcia used to go with me. I guess I should get used to it, now. Besides, ear tubes are pretty minor. She did fine. But, earlier in the week when I took Lizzie in for her pre-op physical, I got a shock. The dr was horrified at her physical development and thinks she may have something called, “Precocious Puberty.” It kind of makes me mad because 5 years ago I had the girls in this clinic. We saw a PA then. I noticed that at age 4, Lizzie already had the beginnings of a chest so I asked the PA about that. She laughed and said, “Don’t you know that all black girls are curvy?” Well, no, I didn’t. How was I supposed to know? So all this time I’ve thought Lizzie’s early development was normal because of h
Surviving early and unexpected widowhood, single parenting, adoption, special needs parenthood...I cover it all as I muse on the unexpected twists and daily minutia of my life. It's also a place where I can publicly echo the words of the psalmist in Psalm 40:2, "He brought me up out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock and established my goings."