Month: April 1998

  • Mark does his first car repair

    My son decided to vacuum and wash his small family station wagon before he drove back home to New Orleans. Next thing I knew, my husband was out there with him, car jacked up and the two underneath. When they slid out and stood up, father passed the torch of car repair to his son:…

  • the boys come home to visit

    Warning bells should have gone off when my son said he was coming home with his wife and baby to see how much his childhood home had changed after our remodeling project. But, no warning bell sounded as I dusted the bookshelves, urged my husband to clear away as much of the remodeling debris as…

  • Knowing what you want

    When my son was 5, he announced, for no particular reason, “I want, what I want, when I want it.” Sounds like a Hershberger planning to remodel or arrange plants in the yard. It took a while to begin remodeling – both my husband and I wanted something different. His designs were complicated, curved and…

  • accidents deserve compassion

    I guess it took me 20 years before I talked about my son’s accident. It happened after a night of swimming and playing it at the community center. I told the 3-year-old, “come on, it’s time to go.” I went down the hall to gather up swim gear, towels and toys. As I bent over…