We admit, it’s an odd name for a blog, but there’s a story behind it.
On Friday, February 24th, 2012, my wife Stephanie (or as I call her, Steph) was told by doctors she should be “very concerned” about a mass discovered in her breast. Needless to say, this news was devastating not only to her, but our entire family.
Earlier in the week we had planned to make hotdogs for dinner. Now, in North Carolina, there’s only one true way to make a hotdog: mustard, cole slaw, onions and chili (no beans). If you use chili from a can, it’s not a genuine NC hotdog. Real chili is made from scratch and Steph learned to make chili from one of the best chili makers in the state – my mother. It’s a simple recipe, and perhaps she’ll share it with you in one of her posts (if you’re lucky).
Steph has made chili hundreds of times. But this time she had an overwhelming sense of the possibility that all the things she does for our family would go un-done. Tears began to flow down her cheeks and past the chili bowl. When I asked her what was wrong, she replied through her tears, “Who’s going to make the chili?” It wasn’t the big, life events like proms, graduations, weddings and grandkids that she cried about. It was the little everyday things like kisses when they come home, cleaning their clothes, checking their homework, tucking them into bed, holding them when they cry and cooking their meals. There was nothing special about that bowl of chili. But, to her, it represented all the ways she enjoys caring for our family. And, if she couldn’t do it, who was going to fill the void of their mother? “Who is going to make the chili?”
It was in this moment when the severity of the situation our family is facing became all to real, and we realized it’s the small things in life that matter most.
So, we created this blog for our family to share our journey and our feelings along the way. We’re not sure who may read our blog, or find it interesting or encouraging. Heck, the only readers may be the four members of our family, but that’s OK with us.