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She has something to tell me and we head upstairs after dinner, leaving the boys in our wake. Flopping onto my soft, floral bedspread, surrounded by windows and light, she flops too, glowing with bright beauty. “I like ****,” she says, the words escaping like a...
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Getting found almost always means being lost for a while. – Anne Lamott in Small Victories Too high. Too great. Too marvelous. These are the kind of things my heart was snagged on this morning. My eyes were lifted up toward the future, toward...
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Every day we battle, literally and figuratively. “Stop arguing with me,” I say. Then, as he continues in protest, I declare, “I’m not going to argue with you!” Meanwhile, he points his little finger-guns at me and “pchoo-pchoo” in my face. “Put your fingers...
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Bare chested, my three-year-old twins ride, stacked, in the low-rider bike. Isaiah can’t pedal and Levi’s legs are too short to reach, so they tag-team. Isaiah sits in the back – a place-holder, and Levi in front – the engine pulling them...
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Every day they give some report of what he did or didn’t do. “The bad boy was there today.” “When he lays down while the teacher reads, they say, ‘Don’t do that.’” “He got a red face today.” Preschool is their first foray into the wide world beyond our...
