It all started last September when C asked for a new backpack. “Okay,” I said, “what kind of backpack do you want? Superheroes? Avengers? Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?” “Hello Kitty,” C replied. “Okay,” I said, “let’s put it on your Christmas list. We took out a piece of paper, we wrote it down. “A rainbow […]Read More The Backpack
I stared down a kid in the street. I’m not particularly proud of it, but the kid was staring at C. More accurately, she was staring at C’s head. It all started at the end of last week when I asked C if he was ready for a hair cut. I’d been asking him every […]Read More Super Hero Scar
“I tell them: you’re gonna be grown up for a long time,” she said “And it’s not that great,” I chimed in. We laughed. We were standing on the corner after morning drop off. Her kid and mine are in the same class at school. I asked her what she thought of it, and we […]Read More What about school?
Sometimes I will fail you. Like this morning. Let’s face it, this was a shitty morning. You didn’t want to go to school, I didn’t want to go to work. I gave you a peach smoothie for breakfast but you only like berry. There wasn’t time to finish your satellite dish, or the lunar lander […]Read More Sometimes I will fail you.
It happened. The words I’d been expecting to hear since just about birth came tumbling out of my baby’s mouth. “Mommy, don’t snuggle me,” he said. We were reading stories, laying on his bed. This is prime snuggling territory. Half the reason for story time is so that I can hold my baby while reading […]Read More “Mommy, don’t snuggle me.”
I think my son is stressed out. He grinds his teeth at night. When I ask him how his day at school was, he says “Great!” But when I dig deeper, he tells me he got in trouble at naptime for “not being a good listener,” or at lunch when he and his friend tried […]Read More The Part Where I Hold You Tight and Everything Bad Gets Better
Bees in the Bathroom There’s a bee in the bathroom. He’s dead, and he’s next to the cabinet, on the floor. The bathroom’s been cleaned, but the bee remains. The first time I noticed the bee was was a few months ago. I asked my brother-in-law, who’s been living with us for a while, to […]Read More Bathroom bees, mornings, and saying “yes”