This season has not been kind to my child in terms of illness, but she has so much content to pull from for her eventual award-winning collection of poetry.
Before you judge me, remember that the other one I raised was deconstructing Shakespeare at her age and negotiating peace treaties between warring nations.
“Last night I sat there struggling with the duty I have to destroy that innocent notion of hers, a notion born of my ignorance and my privilege, the privilege shared by so many other well-intentioned but naive white parents.”
I’m sure that there are at least fifty posts on my site with that title, but this one… this one really deserves it.
“I knew I couldn’t call the police because that would frighten him even more, and so the quickest and best solution for everyone involved was to get him inside his house.”
A two-week crash course in vision charts, phoropters, lenses and frames, and perhaps a gentle nudge to get your kids’ eyes tested.
“You know what else I’ve also learned about cancer? It’s stealth. It is a stealth disease. It is so under wraps that it has invaded you before you even have a clue.”
When Marlo asks what she was like at five years old I’ll pull up this post and say, “This is a small but very accurate sample.”
Historical facts do not matter when trying to distract a five-year-old from the knowledge that we are not yet at our destination.
I am giving you permission to discipline my children unless your approach to discipline is none whatsoever.