This morning, I cut my right index finger on my new fancy mandolin vegetable slicer. The zucchini slices were fine, but my finger . . . less so. It was a quick, sharp, clean slice, and it was a bleeder. I had just called to my son to come tell me his ideas about how […]
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Curious George Bandages
Posted in Parenting, Sons on December 7, 2011 | 1 Comment »
The Gender Gap
Posted in Emotions/Inner World, Men, Mothers, Sons, The Genders, Women on September 11, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
I have taken great pride in understanding my son. I’ve understood his cries since birth, his different facial expressions for sadness, anger, happiness, excitement. The way frustration goes straight to wide-eyed tearfulness and reddened cheeks, rather than the more typical route to outward outrage. I know the foods he loves, the ones he avoids, and […]
The Matinee
Posted in Aging, Masculinity, Motherhood, Sons, Theater, Young Love on August 12, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
It’s summer: the time of baseball games, waterskiing, overnight camping, barbeques, boating and swimming and biking and . . . outdoor musicals. Brigadoon was on this year’s docket at our local theatre-in-the-forest. I’ve always like this story of a perfect place lost in the mists but for one day every hundred years. The promise of […]
Lancelot is Growing Up
Posted in Growing up, Motherhood, Sons on August 5, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
At times, my 10-year-old seems quite grown up, with opinions and ideas about how the world works that are sophisticated and have an internal logic, even if they don’t always match facts that he hasn’t yet encountered about the world. At other times, he still responds as the young boy he is. He is both, […]
Double Digits
Posted in Boys, Children, Growing up, Mothers, Parenting, Sons on May 25, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
My son is now 10, and inching closer to his “tweens” – a word that didn’t exist to describe my own years between childhood and adolescence. Does that mean I didn’t experience my own tweens or simply that no one recognized the unique development conflicts in the years of burgeoning independence and dependency? If […]