Just because she can’t balance anything on her head doesn’t mean she’s completely useless.
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.