Always Real, Snips And Snails

Such That We Are

Saturday morning, Sean’s soccer team played against the German Nationals and it was no surprise that they were thoroughly trounced. Those German’s are good at soccer and not nearly as tall as you might think.  The score was something like 782 to 0, but our guys took no notice thusly living out the principal that it’s not whether you win or lose, as long as there are snacks. There’s no sorrow that a Moon Pie can’t sooth. In spite of the loss, Saturday afternoon turned out to be fabulously beautiful, sunny and mild, so after the…

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Always Real, Faith, Snips And Snails

The Happy Face In The Sky

In his famous poem Ode to Immortality, Wordsworth wrote that our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. I’ve always loved that imagery. I love the idea that at one time, in some unknown form, we dwelled with God, that we communed intimately with him, knew every line in his face, the softness of his hands, the sound of his voice, the warmth of his embrace. And then we were born. No wonder we come into this world wailing. As we are awakening to a new world, we are dying to another.  Every minute of…

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Makes Me Sigh, Snips And Snails, Wivian

Make A Wish

The other afternoon Sean and I went out for a walk. It was a glorious Indian summer day, warm and peaceful and perfect in every way. He spied the very last of the ripened dandelions and plucked it out of the ground.  “Okay Mom,” he said, “Be quiet.” I stood quietly and respectfully off to the side while he stood as still as a totem pole, eyes closed and holding up the dandelion to his lips.  Then he whispered, “I wish Vivian could come see me every year!” He inhaled deeply with a squeak and then…

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Joy, Snips And Snails

Forks

So then, Sean’s homework assignment for today included, you guessed it, tally marks. Today his mission was to count the knives, forks and spoons in the silverware drawer and tally them up.  Since most of our everyday silverware was either in the sink or the dishwasher, we went to the formal dining room and pulled open the top draw of the china hutch, where we keep the good stuff. I pulled back the flannel cloth, grabbed all the forks and then laid them in a jumble on a placemat for him to sort.  He carefully laid…

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Parenting Gone Awry, School, Snips And Snails

Who Knew Tally Marks To Be Such A Comprehensive Subject?

AD and I are both creative types, so it is not so surprising that Sean is creatively bent as well.  AD is creative in a money-making, problem-solving, making-the-world-more-functional kind of way.  Whereas I don’t know how to do any of that; I just seem to need to swim upstream. Having been upstream a time or two, I know that insisting upon doing everything your own creative way can make life harder than it has to be.  And I don’t want that for Sean.  I want him to understand that sometimes, in certain matters, it’s better to…

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Always Real, Snips And Snails

September

Something changes when I flip the calendar from August to September. Even though it is still hot, and will be for many more weeks, even though it is still light out until well after dinner, and will be for many more weeks,  something changes.  Turning that page makes everything feel just a little bit different. September 1st means that summer is over and another season has been put away to the ages.  Expectations change,  even if the weather and wardrobes do not. When I took note that today was the first day of September, I wanted…

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Makes Me Sigh, Snips And Snails

The Confliction Of Five

As of late, Sean has been trying to convince me that he is over being a baby, that being a baby is so yesterday, that he has moved on, that he has joined the ranks of the big boys. But like a politician, his actions don’t always line up with his words. The other day as we were leaving the house for a play date, he ran back to his bedroom and grabbed Mr. Monkey to take with him in the car. As we are walking towards the garage, I notice his grimy little boy fingers,…

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Always Real, Silliness, Snips And Snails

Blue Parachute Guy And The Fellowship Of All Believers

As we settled into our seats at church on Sunday morning, Sean opened his fist and proudly showed me a tiny blue guy wearing a parachute. “Dude, that is awesome!” I said. “Where did you get that?” He told me that he got it in Sunday school, that it was a reward for reciting his Bible verse with no help.  I told him I was proud and impressed and that I looked forward to playing with it WHEN WE GET HOME. I had a nightmarish vision of him throwing parachute guy into the air and it…

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