Friday, November 26, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
"but the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. this is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. there is one picture of the three of them sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages 6, 4 and 1. and I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less."
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Explaining to my three your old about scabs:
Charlie: What’s a scab mama?
Me: Well, when you get hurt, a scab grows over the boo boo and then stays there and protects the boo boo until it heals.
Charlie: Then what happens?
Me: It falls off because you are healed and you don’t need it to protect you anymore.
Charlie: Oh..that’s right.
You know? Scabs are perfect and they are a lot like life…we are protected in all of the exact right moments (we can see this looking back, not always at the time), and then we are let go to fly when we are all better...