Posts in The Smith Family
Noah & Jude's Apex Fun Run Promo Video - Made by Them

Jude and Noah spent all week brainstorming, story-boarding, and finally filming this little promo video nearly completely by themselves (I only filmed the intro and ending for them). They are trying to raise support for the Fun Run this Thursday. I'm so proud of these two!

Oh, and the ending is priceless. Noah was inspired by an idea from Justin, but this just seems a bit too familiar compared to last year's video . . .

You can support their run here: https://myapexevent.com/aej42y

PS: Contrary to what they say in the video, the funds just go to the school and not to clean water. I'm not sure where they got that from but they insisted on leaving it in, so I didn't mess with it. #funrun #apex #apexfundraiser

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What’s it like parenting an autistic son?

What’s it like parenting an autistic son?

It’s throwing spaghetti at the wall and see what’s sticks; experimenting with meds, dosages, time of day and hoping your living guinea pig won’t be adversely affected; it’s Friday nights leaving the boys unattended for a quick, 10 minute shower only to discover in that time they decided to “finger paint” the entire upstairs, dirty laundry, walls, furniture, and floors...

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In the early folds of 2019

We Smiths know how to hustle. We know how to hurry to the car, speed through our chores, sprint after work for home group/soccer/basket ball/counseling, and slam into the weekend pushing 90 mph. We know how to scarf down a meal or transition from bath-teeth-brushing-bed in under ten minutes. We know running late, barely late, legitimately late, and insanely embarrassingly late. We know fast conversations, hasty kisses, blur-typed texts, and early morning panic. We’re a family of off-road short cuts, rigged/ducktaped hacks, almost rights, and scattered haircuts, oil changes, and birthday cards that almost feel a few months early they’re so late.

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If your daily life seems poor. . .

“If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for to the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place.”
- Rainer Maria Rilke, “Letters to a Young Poet”

Being a mother brings out the worst in me sometimes. It releases the tired, selfish, task-oriented, distracted self that doesn’t want to “deal” with my little boys and their woes (and boy do my little boys have woes). I can get beat down by the routine of just getting from point a to b in the week that I miss the special moments of their childhood. It makes me queasy to think of it here, but of course, I don’t realize I’m doing it at the time. Every once in a while, though, God’s restraining grace slows me down a bit and I can just sit back and marvel at these three little humans that he’s lent me. 

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