All tagged motherhood
It was a Monday that had started so well. It was Ev’s birthday, and I had told her to wait in her room until I came to get her up. I could hear the two of them squeal and squirm in excitement, Sophie followed their noises and pattered across the floor. I lit her “6” candle and stuck it in a donut. Pajama clad and wrapped in the still waking, blue morning light, Theo and I sang her happy birthday…
With a look of pure delight and satisfaction he replied, “You’re welcome, mommy.” He was sure he was giving me a compliment. I couldn’t resist loving his moon face as he smiled the smile that never fails to weaken me…
I’m dreaming of her in her mint green polka dotted swimsuit and her summer curls. Of the way the humid air brings such definition, such bounce. She has perfect Shirley Temple ringlets in the summer, they don’t wilt when the dry wind blows like they do in the cold months…
It started off a little slow, to be honest. I wasn’t sure where it was going. And then something happened. Something clicked. The kids got older. The story just unfolded without a lot of flair and the big moments were glossed over while the day to day in between moments happened and then slipped away, and it was the most gut wrenching, tragic and wonderful thing that I have ever seen…
Though it stopped airing in 2008, I recently fell hard for the TV series The Wire. Detective Bunk is one of the many characters I quickly felt myself oddly attached to. He’s good police, but he’s not exactly wearing a halo. He drinks to excess often and frequently removes his wedding band at bars. But he’s funny and he’s human and I imagine he was a really cute, really fat baby, a browner version of Theo…
I didn’t even realize that Linus was on his way. A mere 18 or so hours before his arrival, my friend alerted me to the fact that we were in fact going to be getting some snow the next day. I had actually just been thinking about how Chicago was not living up to what, in my mind, qualified as a legitimate winter. It’s been cold, yes, bitterly cold, in fact. But we haven’t seen much of the white stuff…
I love a good soup. Especially on these winter days, which are short but can feel long as we wait for the smell of mulch that says: warmth! it’s around the corner. Though the light is slowly inching towards 5pm and beyond, that mulch smell is still a good ways off…
