Category: Parenting
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The Last Day
The product of my rushed suburban childhood is arm-in-arm in that sandy crop of kids, traditionally appreciating the last day of school in their little lake town …where the busiest road has a 35 mph speed limit, and we can count the number of stop lights on one hand. “Rush” is absent from their vocabulary.…
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The Push
The school year is over, and I’m predictably about to cry at any given moment. Guilty of over-celebrating every moment of my daughter’s lives, they wake up on the last day of school to ballooned rooms and streamers decking out the doorway. The only way I’ve found get through the annual commencement on to the next…
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The Audience
“Sorry!” My oldest called out as she sent her Daddy’s peg flying off the game-board. “What?!?” he retorted, “You just broke your own rule!” My little one lined up a teeny tiny animal audience as they argued. The table melted down into assigning blame, hurt feelings, and an unfinished game. It’s impossible to declare the…
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The Good Sick Day
The gagging rapidly approached. I shot up from a deep sleep to dig defensively against my exhaustion. The bright red clock glowed, “4:30 AM.” “MO-GAG-MMY-GAG,” my daughter heaved. “I-GAG-DON’T-GAG-FEEL-GAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGG…” Up and out to usher her away from my room, I prayed my toes would remain in tact and my shins wouldn’t be shattered by the…
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The Auto-Correct
“I DIDN’T SAY THAT!!!!” One sister yelled. “YESSSSSSS YOUUUUUUU DIIIIIIIID-AAAAAAAA,” the other retorted. “WELL THEN YOU HEARD ME WRRRRROOOONNNGGGG-AAAAAA,” she snapped back. “Ugh,” I sighed, listening to them pile frustrated syllables on top of simple words, “they’ve BOTH gotten that from me.” Faces twisted into eccentric versions of craziness, both seethingly glared into the review…
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