Makes Me Sigh, Reruns and Leftovers

The Lonely Skeleton

When I was growing up I loved and looked forward to Halloween. My brothers and I and the forty or so kids who lived in the neighborhood would start talking about what we would be for Halloween shortly after school started in September. The years that Halloween fell on a Saturday or Sunday, we would spend the entire day scavenging for and cobbling together a costume. The ghosts in our neighborhood wore sheets with paint splotches the color of their living room. No one had a “store boughten” costume. Unthinkable. Long before the sun would set, four…

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Always Real, Makes Me Sigh

When A Taste Is Not Enough

Every morning when I pull out of the drive way to take Sean to school, Antique Daddy stands in the garage waving and wiping tears and Sean sits in the backseat, waving and wiping tears. And I’m like, “Dudes, get a grip. We’ll be back right after lunch.” I am crusty. We are a family that spends a lot of time together. Antique Daddy works from home and rarely travels and as a stay-at-home mom, I’m at home a lot as well which works out for the most part, but we get a lot of togetherness.…

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Makes Me Sigh, Snips And Snails, Sometimes Sweet

Observations

One of the most delightful things about being the mother of a four-year-old is the opportunity to see the world through his eyes. The other day, Sean sat on a bar stool at the breakfast bar while I worked in the kitchen.  Seemingly out of the blue, he offered this observation: “Mommy, young skin is smooth and bright,” he said lightly rubbing his forearm. “But old skin is dark and bumpy and… fragile.” He looked up at me, into my face, as if to verify that he had been heard and understood. All I could do…

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Makes Me Sigh, Snips And Snails

A Red Cape Does Not A Super Hero Make

“Mom, I need a red cape,” Sean said to me this afternoon as I was standing at the kitchen sink trying to get dinner ready. “I’m going to be Superman!” “Well, does it have to be red?” I asked. I had some red fabric in my fabric stash upstairs, but I didn’t want to stop what I was doing and dig it out. “You’ve got that swatch of material with the hearts on it in your toybox. Can’t that be a cape?” He scowled at me. “Mo-om!” he gunted at me in disgust.  “Superman doesn’t have…

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Makes Me Sigh, Thinkin' Out Loud

Rainbow Days

Every afternoon, at precisely the same time, a rainbow appears on the door to my laundry room for just a few fleeting minutes. Sean was the first one to notice it.  We stood and admired the rainbow as it dipped and danced its way across the door with some invisible partner.  But as quickly as it appeared it began to fade.   Within a few seconds it had dissolved completely and was gone. The next afternoon, the rainbow arrived again just as quickly and as quietly as it had the day before.  We played in it, dipping and waving our hands in the shimmering waterfall…

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Always Real, Makes Me Sigh, Snips And Snails

Magoo Car

Is it not true that you can drive through nearly any neighborhood in the country and spot one of these in someone’s front yard?   This is ours.  It’s a vintage model.  We call it a Magoo Car.     Sean’s Godmother Gigi bought it at a garage sale for her kids.  Her kids are grown now and have children of their own.  Even Gigi’s grandchildren have outgrown it, so a few years ago, when we were at her house in East Texas, Sean fell in love with it and Gigi let us “borrow” it.   Like…

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Makes Me Sigh, Snips And Snails

A Warm Blanket

Today was one of those rare days in life where everything was just right.   The sky was clear, the air was clear and most importantly, my calendar was clear.   For the first time in several months, I didn’t have to be anywhere or prepare for anything or look into pleading eyes and say “Just a minute, just one more minute, let me finish this one thing…”   Every day is its own unique and holy creation and this day seems to have been created just for me.  I could do whatever I wanted to do…

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Always Real, Makes Me Sigh

The Triangle

One of my many downfalls as a mother is that it is terribly hard for me to resist buying toys for Sean no good reason.   If I were to be introspective about this weakness of mine, it’s probably because I didn’t have much growing up and I’m feeding my inner-poor child.  And although I believe there is tremendous character-building value in having less rather than more, being able to buy unexpected no-good-reason gifts for my child gives me great joy.  It delights me.  And I suppose that could be bad, but dang, it feels good. …

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Always Real, Makes Me Sigh

This Minute

The other night, after the last book had been read and the prayers had been said, I lay in Sean’s teeny tiny bed with him thinking about all the things in my life at which I am failing. So many things need attention and remain undone.  I was anxious for him to fall asleep so I could get up and pretend to attend to some of those things.   In between yawns, he gave expression to stray and disconnected thoughts, but eventually rolled over on his side with his back to me and fell silent.   As I lay…

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Faith, Makes Me Sigh

Don’t Carry A Flashlight. Be A Flashlight.

Last week, Antique Daddy and Sean and I were in the car and we drove past a house that had burned down.  This concerned Sean. “I hope our house isn’t on fire when we get home,” he said, worried. “Well Sean, even if it were, we are all here in the car together and that’s all that really matters.  All that is in the house is just stuff. We don’t really need it.” I took the opportunity to reinforce one of my favorite New Testament stories. “You know what Jesus told the apostles when he sent them out…

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