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Monthly Archive for March, 2012

Shweaty….

Our son’s personal confession came as we coasted into a parking spot. “You know, guys,” he said. We turned our heads. “I really need a bath tonight.” We nodded. “No, really, guys,” he insisted. “I’m all sticked together.” We opened the van doors and our son leapt out like a dog without a leash.  He […]

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Missing the Moral

Sometime last week we read aloud the story of The Little Red Hen…the hen nobody helps when it comes to planting, weeding and harvesting the wheat.  The hen that in the end bakes the bread herself and eats it–the whole darn loaf. And I wondered if there wasn’t something about the hen’s dull solicitations–“Who will […]

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Our Way

My daughter climbs into the back of the van, steadies a stack of library books and then half-stands again to slide the door slammed.  Only the thing just clicks closed and the cabin lights brighten to warn the obvious—somebody’s door ain’t closed all the way.  But she knows this.  And she sighs—a thing she learned […]

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Sugartude

The attitude that followed my son home from preschool and then let loose in grumpy words and unapologetic actions isn’t one we endorse.  We never will. It’s just that some time ago we decided to dig to the bottom and find out where things really started.  Like with the cupcake from preschool.  And the red […]

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When Money Buys Happiness

Were we going to the store my son wanted to know. And I shrugged.  The idea was possible but not likely. I watched my son’s too-short, red pajama pants tear down the hallway and then return before I’d taken a second breath. “This is for you, mom,” he beamed.  He held out the worn five […]

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Fannin’ the Flame

I found them today.  Zipped in my right coat pocket. Wadded in a clean bunch…the same way I always find them.  And with the same reaction…a private smirk. A pair of my six year old nephew’s left-behind, blue and gray underwear.  The pair I mistook for my husband’s last year and placed in his drawer. […]

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His Day

This morning at 9:16 A.M. the little boy who holds my heart, the one who picks me daffodils before they’ve even bloomed and drowns them in a yogurt cup, and who wants eggs for dinner over lasagna; the one whose favorite game is Tag and who peels down to his underwear after one burst through […]

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Jus’ Doin’ What He’s Told

In the six minute lull between eating nachos and jumping back in the van, my son helped himself to the Cuisinart DVD. At a volume reserved for head-banging to Bon Jovi, he observed the assembly of our food processor for the 37th time. We all did. But it was time to go. “Into the van,” […]

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For the Record

It was taking all my focus to back out of the bank without hitting anyone.  But my son spoke up anyway. “When I get hurt just a little,” he said. I nodded, as I craned to see over his head and out the back window. “…and the stuff drops out of my eyes…” I spun […]

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May I See Your ID?

Six weeks ago I renewed my husband’s driver’s license online. Click Click. Credit card. Done. Then the thing came in the mail days later. I think I lost five minutes. On Thursday my license expired. On Friday, I started consciously braking at yellow-er lights and driving near-er the speed limit. Renewing online made sense. But… […]

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