Isaac, 13, and Camo, 8, in 2014
Orlando. Dallas. Istanbul. And now Nice, France.
We don’t even have time to properly grieve anymore before the next mass killing assaults our senses and heightens our sense of the world unraveling before our very eyes.
At a moment like this, it’s good to roll out a guest blog piece that is all about the positive.
My friend Tammy Ellingson, in a 2014 essay for Voices of August, wrote about her good fortune as the mother of a 13-year-old boy who goes against all stereotypes of a snarky, surly teenager.
“I feel privileged that my son wants to be around me and actually enjoys my company, or at least is kind enough to make me feel like he does,” Tammy writes.
As a fellow parent, it’s heartwarming to read Tammy’s take on her only child, Isaac:
“I notice his growing independence every day; coupled with his love and compassion for his father and me. There are times I know he has more patience with us than we have for our own parents. He spouts old soul practicality and wisdom, and exudes a grace that makes me realize I have a lot more growing to do.”
Read the piece right here: Lucky Number 13
