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Monthly Archive for August, 2010

Token Parenting

She has not usurped my authority–even in the least, so much as she has repeated my own words and gotten him to do the very things I was asking.  Only effortlessly.  And without getting upset. I suddenly want to be her. I think it’s her voice.  Maybe even her face.  Or the fact that anything […]

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We knew better than to eat lunch and leave.  Or maybe we didn’t.  Because we ate lunch, and then left.  Roast beef sandwiches, that is.  Then we’d shoved what we thought ought to go in a backpack–water bottles, food snacks, the camera, and a jacket for everybody.  And we got as far as the driveway before […]

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The Price of Change

I’m not sure exactly when the day began, or when it’s appropriate to count its beginning.  But somewhere long before the crack of daylight, my son wandered out of his room, carefully closed his door and found his way to my face.  He hadn’t traveled light.  His train blanket was over his head, and his blue puppy was […]

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The Wenatchee City Pool

The summer we moved to Wenatchee, I learned to swim here.  I was six.  And the pool was huge.  Right there by the steps was where I had my first swimming lesson.  And where I led my own children into the water now thirty years later. We’d paid our buck a piece (if you can believe it) and then filtered our […]

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There has been no better alarm clock this summer than a small boy climbing out of bed, slamming his door and hollering somewhere in the hallway, “MOMMY, TIME TO GET UP!”  And all this before seven.  Which wouldn’t be so bad, I suppose, if I went to bed the second I felt tired around six p.m.  […]

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Peace Like a River

I only mention the river because I miss it already.  It was our getaway this summer.  Our fifteen-minute-away reprieve from the heat; our temporary sanctuary, if you will, from the rest of the world.  Our family time.  And as it’s August now, the tail end, I wonder if yesterday’s river trip might’ve been our last…for many months.  We […]

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When It's Urgent

They’d gone to the backyard to eat their macaroni.  Which she did.  And he’d started to, only something more interesting came up.  Then with only the muffled warning of their voices near the back door, they burst into the house, tripping over each other and urgently calling my name.  Whatever it was couldn’t wait.  “C’mere, […]

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Bring on the Boats

It was a weekend of boats.  Unusual for us, as we don’t have a boat, don’t spend much time thinking we need a boat; and don’t feel like our trips to Lake Chelan have been less fun for lack of a boat.  It’s Lake Chelan.  In August.  Which, if I can spell it out here, means there’s sunshine, a pristine […]

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Morning Glory

Our bed was already made when he slammed his door and yelled for me from the hallway,”Mommy, where are you?”  And when I’d responded with, “IN here,” he blasted our bedroom door open giving the boingy stopper a reason to exist. Then in his striped pjs and dragging his train blanket, he crawled up on our bed and […]

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There'll be no killing the Slug

I yelled from the backyard with the hose still waving in my right hand, “come check out this slug.”  My kids booked it toward me with the same passion they run for ice cream.  “A slug?  Where?”  my daughter wanted to know.  Only she was looking for the slug in the same fashion she looks […]

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