Tag: Parenting

Basket

Jack had a bath today. My youngest turned sixteen at the end of February, and then two weeks later my son turned nineteen, and a couple months before that my oldest bought her first car . . . on her own. But, Jack had a bath today. This is what I like to call Look Over…

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Spin

Less is seldom more. My son will move out of our house and into his college dorm next week. He drives me nuts.  He’s been what they call a “challenge.”  Loud, self-absorbed, and crazy moody. He still eats in his room, still tries to sidestep chores or responsibility, still runs at full speed and scares the crap out of me.  He’s arrogant and selfish…

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Freshly Pressed

We have one of those flip out ironing boards in the laundry room. It’s on the wall across from the cat box and above the laundry basket area.  We have two large mesh baskets and they fit neatly against the wall, under the illustration of a basketball hoop that’s hanging on the wall.  Basketball hoop, laundry basket,…

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Off the Shoulders

For my father on Father’s Day. I forgive you.  It’s okay. I’m letting go because that is what is best for me.  The weight of it, the lack of story, tradition, history, has simply become too heavy for me to carry any longer. I’m not sure when pain started attaching itself to me, when the missed, ignored and forgotten became…

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Hiked Up

The morning hike starts the same way every day. It is just past dark, but before sunrise when Jack and I set out.  He is always anxious, curious and a little nutty.  I am usually sore, always alert and making sure he doesn’t get into trouble.  We take the first few minutes to get settled.  Jack does…

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Odd Fit

I like to think of myself as funny. I’m pretty sure I won something in high school related to being funny…best sense of humor or best laugh, maybe. No, I don’t think it was my laugh because that’s a bit of an awkward and snorty mess most of the time. Anyway, the point of the…

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Shift Dress

I have this thing with being left behind. I guess it’s an “issue.”  I want to leave first, die first, I want to be the goer, doer.  I’m not aware of any abandonment issues, and if I have them, it’s too late to delve into that mess.  I’m an adult, a mom, who has a…

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Fringed Vest

This is my mom. Time does things to people.  We change as we get older, and yet I think being a mother brings out the very best of who we were when we were little.  We want our children to have their dress up times.  We want them to sing into the Mr. Microphone and…

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Monkey Socks

Middle. Cream filling, insulation, pages, jelly, core, down feathers.  All are in the middle, tucked between two covers or layers.  The heart is essentially in the middle, between the front and back of the body.  Nestled and hidden, but essential. The chocolate cookies of an Oreo are crunchy and yummy, but it’s really about the…

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