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The Boy Gives Thanks

IMG_0887.jpgEarlier this month, I met Sam for coffee and conversation.

Mommy: Thank you so much for meeting me here. I know you have a busy schedule.

Sam: I’m just thankful for talking to something that’s really good.

M: You know, that segues nicely into what I wanted to talk about. We’re coming up on Thanksgiving, as you know, and I’m so curious–what are you thankful for? Continue reading “The Boy Gives Thanks”

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Blood Draw

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My son is accustomed to losing blood.

Every three to six months, at least, his doctor orders him into a laboratory where two vials’ worth are extracted from his tiny veins and sent in for testing. He is a medical anomaly; they still don’t know exactly what causes his symptoms.

He’s been doing this for more than three years. That’s three quarters of his life. That’s a lot of vials of blood.

At first, it was impossible. The veins were so small they had to use a special light to find them, and call in the best nurse at the best children’s hospital and even then they missed a few times.

Each time, I’ve held him. Held him down. Held him back. One hand on each wrist and my legs wrapped around his, every muscle tensed against me. He’s cried. I’ve cried. We’ve both felt bruised afterward. Continue reading “Blood Draw”

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Magical Moments in Motherhood

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After-bath baby hair: a parenting perk.

When gushing about the magic of motherhood, you’ll hear a lot of clichés. For example, “These are the best years of your life!” and “Cherish every moment,” and “It goes by so quickly.” These usually come from people who are not mired in the quicksand that is early motherhood–their brains have already produced those chemicals necessary to wipe away the memory of days that lasted at least 36 hours or the way time seems to stretch nearly to snapping when a toddler is trying to put on a pair of pants. Our brains all produce these chemicals eventually, and they allow us to frame family stories under rose-colored glass, thus encouraging our children to reproduce, thus encouraging the continuation of the species. Thus another cliché, reconciling the two feelings: “The days are long but the years are short.” Continue reading “Magical Moments in Motherhood”

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The Boy Discusses the Holidays

img_0531Mom: Are you excited about Christmas?

Boy: No Christmas!

Mom: What do you want for Christmas?

Boy: No want Christmas!

Mom: Did you ask Santa?

Boy: NO!!!

Mom: Do you like Christmas cookies?

Boy: No–uh, yes. Sam take a bit of them. Sam take a bite of cookie. Sam take a bite of cake.

Mom: What’s your favorite flavor?

Boy: Chocolate cake. Mama, Chocolate cake. Chocolate cake.

Mom: Do you like frosting?

Boy: Yes. Sam like frosting. Please, Mama, please.

Mom: Should we bake something today?

Boy: Bake chocolate cake. Do doggy’s house for dinner.

Mom: Doggy’s house?

Boy: Doggy’s house. Sam go Snoopy’s house. Sam take Snoopy’s house for dinner.

Mom: You want to make a cake that looks like Snoopy’s house?

Boy: Sam make bread. Snoopy wear chef’s hat. Cook.

Mom: Are you going to help me make Christmas dinner?

Boy: Sam make bananas. I make bananas.

Mom: What else?

Boy: Sam make chocolate cake flavor for Sam’s birthday. Sam trade with mama.

Mom: Trade?

Boy: …

Mom: Should we put on some Christmas music?

Boy: Yes.

Mom: What’s your favorite Christmas song.

Boy: Rudolph. Sam say, “Alexa, play some Christmas music.”

Mom: OK

Boy: Alexa, play jazz Christmas music.

(Commence dancing. End conversation.)