2.5 or 3 years old “Ditsy, ditsy spider went up the water spout.” 4 years old From the backseat of the car “Mom, you’re my Giving Tree,” the Tree in a children’s book who gives and gives of herself until she’s cut down to a stump. 5 years old Zonkers over the rare treat of… Read More Words Between Mom & Boy
After I’d resigned to returning from the mountains with no poem in hand, this emerged over evening dishes. Originally Ode to the Adventurers, it was my contribution to the digital post-camp chorus of What a blast! It was wonderfuls from the families. In the spirit of roughing it, I’ve resisted the temptation to refine it… Read More Star Wars Campside
While Tennyson was getting his side of the board ready, Daddy reclined in the rocker and facing him, asked if his son would set up the pieces for him. Our sweet boy threw us off. He pointed out in a matter-of-fact drawl, “God gave you an arm. You can do it yourself.” Six in… Read More Checkers with Daddy
The past year I have allowed myself less guilt leaving Tennyson to play alone while I’m in the kitchen. And I have seen played out what homeschoolers say: he is enjoying the space and time for his imagination to breathe, to create. He has had limited experience with digital games, and watches DVDs on a… Read More Imagination
At five and a half, Tennyson asks me questions about God all the time, and if He is watching him sleep, eat. About two months ago, he asked for the umpteenth time if I watched him in class. Meaning, him in mixed martial through the TV parents view from the room outside his gym. He… Read More How God Watches Us
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