Monday, August 20th, 2012...10:00 pm


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From the back seat of the car on the way to school today, Nora explained that Uncle Ian had discerned the origins of the strange spots in our back yard. Expecting her to spit out some random, perhaps made-up plant name, I was only half listening when she said, in her most confident whisper: “They’re elf footprints!”

And then I wished I was four and could be so easily convinced of the magic power of elves to make strange markings in back yards in Texas.


Outside his classroom door, Miles looked up at me, waved and said, “Bye!” He has reached the acceptance phase of being left in a new room. And suddenly, all in that one moment of chubby fingered hand-waving, I reached acceptance too.


In the car on the way home, Nora spat grapes into her cup. Instead of telling her to stop, I listened to Miles’ full on belly laughter. Spitting grapes is apparently a hit with the one year old crowd. And Nora was happy to oblige.


Nora needed space to play with her dolls. Space is hard to come by these days, so I took Miles into his room and tried to keep him occupied. He had important phone calls with important people. People who were obviously asking for too much.




“Why are you so bossy, Mom?” Nora asked.

“What are big sisters even for if we’re not the bosses?”

You’re for teaching, and showing, for sharing and loving, for caring and holding hands, for exploring and guiding, I explained. So she took credit all at once for Miles knowing his body parts. And she thought she was a pretty good big sister, a big sister who maybe could be the boss sometimes? Please?


Nora wanted to write a book tonight. A book for her teachers. She folded the pages, got a pen for me to write the words she dictated.

“What are we going to call it? What is the name of your book, Nora?”

“The teacher’s lover.”

And she hates it when I laugh at her, so I kept it together.

She wrote on all the pages the things she loves about her teachers, declared her forever and undying love for all the women who have taken such good care of her these past four years (and their toys and snacks). And then she drew pictures. She ended the book with: “And I just love your school.”


The universe needed to send me signs today that all this back to school, working mom angst can go away now. And it delivered.

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  • Hey. Dropping in from SITS. I really like this post. Isn’t it amazing how our children can make us view life from a completely different perspective? They sound like dear hearts 🙂

    Follow back 🙂

  • Awww! Such a sweet post and well written, too. I am new to SITS and found you through the Saturday Share. Your kids are going to love reading your blog when they are older. Good work!

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