Entries by krissygallagher

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Split second

Every day we know we’re lucky to have Austin. As I’ve said before, I try hard not to hover over him, I push myself to let him be a normal kid, taking risks and falling down and all that. But sometimes, I let him go too far. On Wednesday, after the funeral of our friend’s mother, there […]

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Another year

And so, another year goes by. July 30, 2007 was the day. The Day that everything changed. A day that started out like any other summer Monday. And ended with me and Mark sitting on a couch in a hospital room, holding on to each other for dear life, unable to finish our sentences, barely able […]

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A Question of Peers

One of the most common reasons I hear for why people choose private over public schools is that they want their children to have “peers.” Now I will readily admit that I don’t want Braedan to be the only white kid in his class, any more than I would want him to be the only boy in […]

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Public or private?

Alright, here goes … I have tried to keep myself from writing on this topic because I know it is a deeply personal one for many families, but as the school year draws near, I cannot avoid it any longer. And I know I am bound to offend many people, people I really like and consider my […]

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Bedtime Rituals

Sometimes I think I can’t wait for the days when Mark and I just send the kids upstairs to put on their own pajamas and brush their own teeth and then we’ll show up ten minutes later for a quick kiss and tuck into bed (it does work like that, parents-of-twelve-year-olds, doesn’t it?). Instead we get a long, drawn-out routine […]

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The Most Important Day

A while back, Real Simple magazine launched a contest where they asked people to write about the most important day of their lives. Not the best day. But the most significant. I broke the rules a little (or a lot) because there are just too many. July 30, 2007: This must be the most important […]

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Mama’s Boy

I baby Austin. I’m sure that doesn’t come as some huge surprise, a shocking admission of illicit behavior or anything. I mean, who wouldn’t, right? There is a preciousness about him, a sacredness that makes me want to hold him and cuddle him and coddle him. And he is the consumate mama’s boy, absolutely choosing […]

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Hop-a-bul

Who knew the hospital could be such a  good time? All afternoon yesterday Austin was asking when it would be time for us to go, and then throughout dinner, he was pestering me and Mark, “When go hop-a-bul? Awtin reeeeeaaaaddddy.” He was fabulous all through last night, complaining only briefly when the IV line was […]

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Hospital time

It’s been almost three months since Austin’s last surgery so we head into the hospital tonight for a CT scan tomorrow. Mark and I expect that this scan will be clear, mostly because the surgeons were just in there and removed everthing they could see. If some cancer cells were left behind or some new tumor is […]

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Joint Venture

I would be remiss if I let Father’s Day get too far behind us without recognizing the other great dad in my life: Mark. I know I’ve raved about Mark before and claimed that he is the quiet hero of this journey, sitting back and letting others (i.e., me) take all the accolades and attention, but there is […]