Loss is loss. Any type of loss can be devastating. I recall that on a return trip to the United States from Zambia in1996, my then ten-year-old son lost a small stuffed toy dog on our layover in Amsterdam. I was surprised at how deeply he grieved. I helped him to process his loss by having him draw a picture of his toy dog while we were on the second leg of our trip and I had him to dictate to me what to write under his picture. While on the plane, his father purchased a small teddy bear dressed […]
Read more →I recall the day in 1986 when I told my twelve-year-old daughter and my ten-year-old son that I was pregnant. I will never forget the expression on their adolescent faces. Both of them looked absolutely stunned. My son eventually managed a smile and said “Cool!” My daughter, however, began to cry—no, she wept. As she wept, she wailed, “But I like things the way they are! I don’t want them to change!” Thank God that her heart was soon converted and she eagerly welcomed her new baby brother into our household. As I recall the day that I shared the […]
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