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Five years old

Boy. Five years old. Even his preschool teacher teared up a little bit about it today. There’s no going back, no returning to four or three or the time in the womb when baby couldn’t live without Mama. 390 more words


Night time questions from a four-and-a-half-year-old

Tonight during prayers, Boy asked that his grandfather not die, ever. “That’s so nice,” I sighed, before going on, in the heartless way that parenting sometimes seems to require,  to say that everyone dies, and that if we didn’t, there wouldn’t be enough room for everyone. 369 more words


Put the pedal to the metal

“On first thought, I said, ‘I’m doing it! I’m doing it! I’m not doing it.’ On second thought, I said, “I’m doing it. I’m doing it! 202 more words