Friday, May 25, 2018
This song could be about the end of a marriage. I think that's how the artist meant it. But it could also be a song about how God holds us in his ever-loving arms. Oh Lord, this has been a bad dream, for certain. Also certain: I'm here in His arms.
Friday, May 18, 2018
Thursday, May 17, 2018
There are no words
For anybody but me.
I managed to sprain my finger yesterday
Without even noticing
This morning it is stiff and hard to bend
As I wipe up tiny clear thorns of glass
The remains of the Mason jar my son dropped in the kitchen
While he was trying to help.
The jar shattered and flew
Already gritty floors suddenly studded with glassy shards
Hiding, barely catching the light
Waiting to hobble us after breakfast.
And the boy is big now, almost half my weight
Too tall and broad to pick up
And spin around in my arms
Too big, maybe, for me to make everything
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Did all my babies have that little underbite when there were only six teeth? I know they all had the round, overhanging belly, taut after a dinner eaten with clutching fists. And that cornsilk hair that will grow long and awkward before I can bring myself to cut it.
The baby chirps, a happy tree frog, and I remember his brother, chirping with joy after eating dirt in our little suburban yard four years ago. And then his bigger brother yells up the stairs, "Mama!" with his little-boy voice. They have been gathering chestnuts (or chinquapins, Henry isn't sure) in the gloaming and will need a bigger bowl to display them on the nature table. The nuts are shiny brown and just the right size and smoothness to tuck into a pocket to turn and hold and stroke with the pad of your thumb when you are unsure during the first week of first grade.
Oh, but this has been a long day, and a long week. But such a short almost-seven years, and four-almost-five-years, and almost-ten-months. (So they all say.)
Our "morning words", our memory work, right now is Christina Rossetti's "Who Has Seen the Wind?". We are in that full, fleeting stage of a family's life where all our spirits whirl around this house together, both noiseless-ly and with a lot of noise, and we rustle each other's leaves, and I try to water their roots, and I only take a deep breath at the end of the day when it is fully dark and I can hear the dog running in his sleep. I want to remember what this feels like, to be right in the middle, watching the leaves blow in the suddenly cool, autumn breeze.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.
Thursday, January 9, 2014
G, over breakfast: Mama? Maybe you can be the girl I'm going to marry. Then it could be you and me forever and ever. All. Alone.
H: Hey! Mama's already married! You can't change the people you're married to.
L: That's right, Mama is married to Papa, but you may find someone special to marry when you get older. And you can stay with us as long as you want. We have lots of good years left before you grow up. And I'll always love you.
G: And we can play games!
. . .
Our favorite family game right now is HedBanz. So nice for pre-readers. And hilarious:
L: Now, G, don't tell Henry what's on his headband. He's trying to guess.
(Two minutes later. The excitement builds.)
H: Am I a food?
H: Am I an apple? A pear? A banana?
B&L: No, no, no.
G: YOU'RE A CHEESE! A CHEESE! A CHEESE! (Huge, triumphant smile and maniacal laughter. Repeat, on almost every turn.)
Same idea, but way more wonderful fun than a drunken college game of Indian.
Friday, March 1, 2013
Elizabeth Zimmerman February baby pants made entirely from scraps. There is something supremely satisfying about using scraps. Also satisfying when the boy loves something that I made so very much. He told everyone we met yesterday, "Mama made these!" Ravelry notes.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
On a hike at the Rye Marshlands Conservancy, with the Jay House in the background. (Probably need to choose a less wide-open lens on these bright snowy days, but I kind of like the feel and colors anyway!)
Looking out over Long Island Sound.