Strong
A friend of Calder's, a boy in his class, had a brain tumor removed a couple weeks ago. It is cancerous. He is 6. I have heard people speak about how strong his mom has been. I feel no doubt in the truth of this. I have thought over and over about the strength this mama is portraying. So much so that I felt the need to reread this post from 5 years ago. It is one of my favorites . The first time I began thinking about being strong was right after Tripp's funeral. We were standing around and people were coming by to pay us their respects. Over and over, people were saying, "you are so strong". My immediate thought was no, I'm not. No, I'm not. NO I'M NOT. In the next few weeks, I got more emails, cards, and words about how strong I was. I felt uncomfortable with it. It would be one thing for someone to compliment me on having a good ball game, or being a good teacher. I believe those things, so I am flattered when someone ...