My son, who is nearing 11, has a small stuffed bear he acquired last summer. He sleeps with it nightly, at home and on sleepovers. He carefully tucks the bear in next to him, pulls the covers right up to his neck, and pats him gently before rolling over. When he’s at home, he puts […]
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Snug and Safe in the Crook of an Arm
Posted in Family, Growing up, Parenting, Sons on February 10, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
Curious George Bandages
Posted in Parenting, Sons on December 7, 2011 | 1 Comment »
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 […]
Melancholia Halloweenia – an Update (and, happily, a retraction)
Posted in Boys, Growing up, Idiosyncracies, Parenting on November 1, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
“Night” did not last more than a few minutes as a costume. My son took it off minutes before the school party, when he saw what all the other kids were wearing, and felt acutely uncomfortable. This almost ruined the party for him, but he rallied, and I had him look around to see if […]
Hourglass
Posted in Aging, Boys, Friendship, Natural World, Parenting on October 16, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
“Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.” -Ed Prentiss, 1965, Days of Our Lives Friday was Professional Development day at my son’s school, meaning the entire public school population was turned loose upon the city. Working and nonworking parents alike had their little ones back for a day. Middle […]
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 […]