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Producing a Result

Two dramatically different birth experiences.  The first one; after more than 24 hours of labor and 2 hours of pushing, it was clear to everyone that my son was literally stuck and going nowhere.  Although the final result, following an emergency C Section, was a perfect little boy, I was also left with some emotional wounds that went beyond w
hat my body went through during that long day.  A residual sense of fear, disappointment in myself, and even grief as I mourned the experience I had hoped to have.

Fast forward 16 months to the second one.  I went to bed one night with a pretty strong sense that the baby would come that night.  Woke up at 2:00 am clearly feeling I needed to go to the hospital right away.  We contacted a couple of people, took care of a few details before heading downtown, arrived at the hospital and 20 minutes later our son was born.  A joyful and healing experience every step of the way!

Something to Talk About: A Couple of Things We’ve Learned About the Dialogue of Marriage

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I still have the email.  Received nearly 17 years ago.  Sent from one side of the country to the other.  The one where he told me he loved me.

With joy I received those words from the one who’d already so completely stolen my heart.

But in the same email he shared his fears.  He referred to an Oscar Wilde play, “Our House.”  In the play the husband and wife of many years stop talking to each, not because they are angry, but simply because they have run out of things to say.  If he and I continued to pursue this relationship, if we eventually committed to a life spent together, would we too someday run out of things to say?

A very ordinary morning or A morning touched by grace

DSC_1671Let’s take a quick look at my very ordinary Friday morning.  I wake up, shower, and get my boys up and off to school.

Now to expand on these very bare details, let’s look at a scenario of how these events could oh, so easily have gone…

Friday Morning Scenario 1

It’s time to get the boys up, but I’m already running a little behind.  This means they must get up NOW, whether they like it or not.  Feet on the floor.  Time to get moving.  Voices raised.  Grumpy kids.  Grumpy mom.

Great way to start the day.

A Stronghold of Praise

My family recently had an opportunity to go to a Mariners baseball game.  We were given fantastic seats just a few rows up from the field on the third base line.  We’ve sat here before and the only problem with these seats is that, due to their position near the opposing team’s dugout, the section […]

Conflict

 Conflict. Each day as I pick up my boys from school I ask them about their day.  One of them reports back with a consistent theme of conflict.  Invariably someone at recess claimed he did something, that he didn’t quite follow the rules of the game. Now since I know my son well, I can […]