Recently, I heard someone say that we all have that perfect day. It can be a day from our childhood, the day we married, the day one of our children was born... but we all have it. That perfect day. I don't think I do. I think I have perfect moments, not days. And the… Continue reading The Perfect Moment
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