My oldest son has been doing a camp at the high school which he'll attend in the fall. He says that the camp is boring and I'm sure it is. The camp is titled Study Skills so I can't imagine that it is very exciting for a 14 year old boy. The camp is also… Continue reading Bearing Witness
Well, summer started about a week ago and already so much has happened. Good and bad. Let's start with the bad. Just get it out of the way. Um, let's see. So, first, I discovered that leaving fresh cod in the trunk of your hot car for four days is not a good idea. In… Continue reading Summer is here!
My nine-year old daughter, Lauren, also known as Boo, has a temper. She is a sweet, kind, generous, empathetic child. But she has a nasty temper. She lost it on Monday, her temper that is. So I did too. What she may not have realized before Monday is that she comes by the nasty temper… Continue reading The Taming of the Boo
Last week, I alone picked Butters up from school. This is an unusual occurrence. I usually have my four-year with me. On the way home I told her that I needed to stop by the grocery store."Just us?" she asked."Sure," I said. "Just us."She smiled through my rearview mirror."Can we get a cookie?" she asked."Of course," I… Continue reading Suckers are sweet
I guess kids cannot believe in magic forever. There comes a time in every child's life when she must know that magic doesn't exist. That it's all made up. I suppose as parents, and grown-ups, that is part of our job-- to show kids that make believe is just that-- make believe. My daughter, Lauren, is… Continue reading When the Magic is Over
The other night after dinner, as I was cleaning up the kitchen, my daughter, Lauren, said me, "I wish we were close." What? I said, "I thought we are." She said, "yeah, but not close like my friends are with their moms. They do stuff together, just the two of them. We don't." Ahhh. I get it.… Continue reading My Boo
In a house of four kids, a moment of quiet happens only when all the kids are in bed. By that time, however, my brain has run its course for the day and I am almost beyond having a coherent conversation. Because John has realized this, he now tries to talk to me when the… Continue reading True Joy
My husband came up with the title for this post. He's very clever. This is a story about a boy who knows no filter. When he speaks, that is. Which means that sometimes I get some really wonderful, kind, astute observations from him. ... And sometimes I don't. This past weekend, Adam and I were… Continue reading A Tale of Two Adams