I love these days with my boys. I love the Lego messes, the bathroom disasters, the sweaty bodies and the imaginations that cause all these. I have loved my sons at every stage, but this–this 8 and 10 year old stage–might be my favorite.
I Blame The Toddler
Aside from the completely awkward run in with the counseling center, this week shaped up to be an adventure in its own right. It probably began the morning my 2 year old woke me by tap-tap-tapping on my nose. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Feeling the soft chubby index finger over and over, I dragged open […]
Wander
I love watching this boy wander.
Whipped Cream on Top
I went to Starbucks tonight and was served by a long-haired, bushy-bearded man wearing a khaki pleated knee-length skirt, old-school Doc Martins, and 1990’s-style crew socks scrunched just so. These are the things that remind me I am no longer in Oklahoma. The boys and I went out to breakfast today. They crowed over their […]
I See You
You smell like apple pie this morning, a little nutmeg, a sprinkling of sugar. I fold a palm to your chin and wipe at your tears, and my kiss lingers on your freckle-dusted skin. Were you the baby I suckled all those long years ago? Were yours the feet I pressed to my face, was […]
Life Is Not Mine Alone
He wants to know if I have a Scrabble turn. I do, but Facebook is a whole click away, and I’m busy now. Well, can we look at maps? We can’t. He burrows down next to me and tosses a balloon in the air. I’m two weeks postpartum and I just want to be alone. […]
Sometimes, Child, It Takes Fire
I’m ready to write about you now. You, who have moved out of me, and away. We burned the cord–the man who helped make you, and the woman who bore you–we burned it between two flames. Sometimes, child, sometimes, it takes fire to be set free.