When I arrived to pick up my son from his weekend at his grandparents’ apartment, he was so excited to show me something he’d been doing on their rooftop garden that he pulled the plug on his bath and hurry scurried into clean clothes. “Come, mama! Come see my beanies! Come see my new quest! Come on, mama!”
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I heard myself doing it again the other day. Another longwinded speech about how awful it was, how terrible and irresponsible and bad for us all it was. I pointed to a piece of trash on the street and went into a diatribe of disgustedness. I railed. I rallied. I watched the reaction of my entranced son and thought it Good.
I believe in sustainable architecture, a sustainable lifestyle, and treading lightly on the earth. I’m teaching this to my son, as well. It strikes me as simple, all this green indoctrination, just as “Give a hoot! Don’t pollute!” became indellibly …read more
Wouldn’t this be fun? Sounds less bawdy than the Renaissance Festival, and my son adores faeries. I know he’ll grow out of it, and I’m not suggesting you drag your 14 year old to this event, but if you’re in Maryland May 19th and 20th, on the weekend, I think you might enjoy the Faeirie Festival.
I love going to things like this. Some are seasonal, like the flower shows and the Apple Harvest festivals. Some are arts and crafts fairs I’ve been attending for years. Each is a chance to explore something new, open our minds and our hearts to …read more
I didn’t know it was take your kid to work day. Mine would have loved it, but that I had too many interminable meetings. Next year for sure, the King of Everything is coming to work with me.
One of the head honchos came up to my desk this afternoon, happy as a little kid, himself. In his hand was a copy of National Geographic’s magazine for kids, Explorer. It rocks. (There is also the National Geographic Kids for ages 6-12, and National Geographic Little Kids for ages 3-6). My co-worker was thrilled–”I got this for your son, look!” and …read more
I love the idea of single by choice mothers, no matter what the pundits in the pulpit or that man in the White House might think of it. To have a child purely out of the love and wonder of having a child? To know that you love that kid, and that you want that kid, and there’s no fear of losing a spouse to death or divorce? How liberating. I wish I could adopt. My son wants to be a big brother. I’d love to have more than one child in my life.
I’ve been thinking about the differences that …read more
I missed my bus last night, and couldn’t bear the thought of standing around watching the bums, while waiting for another bus to show up. So I called a friend and he walked me home, all the way from the station to my front door. Virtual running shoes, he called it. Being a single mother is hard for a thousand small reasons, from having no one to pick up the dry cleaning or make the bed, to not having anyone at home who’s expecting you and would worry if you don’t make it. And since the King of Everything was on …read more
I’m reminded of an 80’s song by the Godfathers: Birth School Work Death. They forgot the part where you get married, have a kid, and get divorced, but got the monotony of life about right, otherwise.
Except…
Could I change my outlook on life? I can’t believe how much better life has become for my son and I since we came back to the U.S. –emotionally, financially, and just all around improved quality of life. Getting out from under the negative aspects of my marriage gave me the freedom to bend my own course, find my own mind, and realize… hey… I’m …read more
We finally got out of our pyjamas around noon today. Heaven. We packed a picnic lunch and the KoE’s bug catching paraphanalia, with butterfly net, magnifying glass and binoculars, bug trap and tweezers. The King draped all and sundry around his neck, filled his pocket with equipment, and waved his net down the sidewalk to the park.
We’d have gotten there faster, but that he had to stop and tell every friendly face we passed about his Equipment. There are a lot of friendly faces in our neighborhood.
His first fast friend was Joe, an adorable boy of indeterminate years who Loved. …read more
That is the sound of one single mother hitting the wall.
Bit whupped this Friday evening. While my single friends headed off for lavender martinis, I went to find my son. He’s in such an interesting place, right now, emotionally. He really finds it hard to be away from me for more than a night or two, even when he’s with his grandparents, whom he loves tremendously. But all day today the phone kept ringing with a little voice on the other end wondering when it would be time to come home, when would I pick him up, what was I …read more
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