I suppose I should be thankful. There were seven whole days of summer break when it seemed like my kids were getting along, hanging out with their summer friends, swimming, chasing each other around the back yards with Nerf guns, generally being loud and obnoxious and boy like. Perfect. Until yesterday. Someone didn’t sleep enough,…
Tag: siblings
Eyes Wide Shut
At a barbecue the other evening, a friend commented on how gentle and sweet my nine year-old was with her three year-old twins. I may have snorted. It’s possible I rolled my eyes. I may have even started to debate the point with her, because after all, the only younger person I see him interact…
The View From the Bottom Bunk
Today my second born, my baby boy, my fidgety ninja tornado of a son, turns six. Our whirlwind philosopher, our witty dervish, our baby who wasn’t supposed to be. What was scheduled to be our final cycle of fertility treatment, the last hurrah, our last-ditch effort to expand our family, had been canceled for medical reasons….
Big Sisters are the Crab Grass on the Lawn of Life
When my sister and I were young, we held dance recitals in our basement. Together with friends we would set up a line of metal folding chairs and string up an old sheet to use as a curtain. We’d fetch the battery operated tape recorder and don old dance costumes or plain, pink leotards; tap…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 