Little Friend roams the lawn fringing the preschool parking lot with a band of wild cohorts. Children with mud-fringed pants legs, hair escaping riotously from pig tails, backpacks flinging about…
Tag: <span>growing up</span>
There are moments scattered throughout the days when a child pipes a question that stops breath mid-lung, that pauses the hands busy with nonessentials, that stills the soul with the…
Little Friend lifted her foot to the level of her hip and pistoned it back down to the floor. Repeatedly. I could have planted rows of corn in the furrows…
There are just a few wisps of baby cocoon clinging to Little Friend’s rapidly spreading pre-schooler wings. The other day, Big Friend and I realized that another sizable chunk of…
I’m still my same old stuck in the mud self that I’ve always been. But. Someone else around here is changing with the wild vibrancy of a kaleidoscope. A year…
We welcomed a mud monster into the shower last night. When one has a child who has discovered the miraculous marriage of water + garden dirt, one does not allow…