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Monthly Archive for February, 2012

How He Understands It

Sometimes my son says stuff we’re not expecting. Because it’s not even the subject on hand. Or ever going to be the subject. Like, “hey, Sis… I know you’re going to be a mom…and… “And lay eggs.” My daughter only chews her sandwich. My son clarifies.  “I mean,” he gestures, ” lay people.” My daughter bites. […]

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Just As Long as You Tuck, Tuck Me In

My son stood in our doorway and spoke into the dark.  “Remember, Mom?” he admonished. “You said you were going to tuck me in.” It was 5:02 a.m. I’d last heard this reminder at 3:48 a.m.  And before that 3:10 a.m.  And before that, sometime between one and two. I flung the covers that hadn’t […]

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One. Word. At. A. Time.

Sometimes reading’s as easy as… Ruh-a-guh. Rag. And sometimes it’s work. ‘P’ or ‘d’, people.  ‘P’ or ‘d’. And sometimes, before we know it, our book with six pages is done. Over. El Fin. And we couldn’t be more pleased with ourselves.

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A Card in the Mail

Since there’s something about a card in the mail…A thank you card with a hand-written address… An old-fashioned, I-sat-down-and-wrote-this-after-I-found-a-pen-that-worked-and-after-I-thought-of-something-to-say-and-after-I-looked-up-your-address-since-the-one-I-have-for-you-is-six-years-old-and-you-don’t-live-there-anymore-and-after-I-emptied-a-drawer-where-I-knew-a-stamp-had-to-be-and-after-I-got-the-thing-to-the-car-and-after-I-turned-right-into-the-post-office-instead-of-heading-straight-home… since there’s something about a card in the mail, I wanted our daughter to be able to put her “thanks” into words. And not just into an e-mail. Or a text. Or a “hey, I meant […]

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President’s Day

I don’t know what you did to celebrate President’s Day… but after we dumped every last oat from our homemade granola straight from the oven onto the kitchen floor and I spent ten minutes breathing like a dragon, well…then we partied like it was 1863. Two hours later, without meaning to, we found Abe’s profile […]

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I could not identify any of the disruptors by name, and about now, I doubt by sight I’d be any better. I only know that as I was concluding my public speaking class on Friday to a group of homeschooled high school kids in the choir room of Bethany Baptist, the next period’s homeschooled choir […]

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A Certain Type of Teacher

To say I helped–even a fraction–in my son’s preschool class on Wednesday would be a stretch. My mother-in-law helped in my stead. I bumbled in on crutches.  At which time I was shown to a black plastic chair where I hovered like a lump with one leg unbent mentally begging no child to come close. […]

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20 Things I Like About My Brother

20 Things I Like About My Brother. It was an assignment.  Given after ten p.m.  To our daughter sitting on the stairs with a sharpened pencil…our daughter who needed a moment to remember… how good it is to have a brother. It started as a moment of courage when our son announced his arrangements for […]

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Everything for a Reason

The epiphany is this: I don’t want to live in IF-Land.  I don’t even want to visit very often. There’s no peace there. Just more ifs. If I had slept in this morning instead of driving in the dark to play basketball at an hour that no longer resonates with my brain, in shoes I […]

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The Collaboration

Because we’re still learning restaurant manners, we divide the booth and conquer.  One kid slides in by the window; one adult clamps in beside.  One kid, one adult. And I suppose it works out okay, if we don’t count the kid wiping his hands first on his own pants and then on mine. Today, though, […]

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