Friday, January 14, 2011
Boys take control over the unknown, the frightening, by embodying their foes. By acting out scenes, and experimenting with thier fears, they learn how to conquer them. I read it somewhere, long ago, back when I was overwhelmed with one child.
Andrew never did it really. But, I excused so many of my friends' boys for dressing up as Darth Vader. We all read the same article, way back when our first children were small.
George is not my first child. So, why am I surprised? Always surprised. When I turn off my light at night, my heart cannot allow them to become one day older. No, not even one day. The next morning I am always suprised.
Gladys ran through the kitchen, shrieking in mock fear, with George at her heels.
I laughed. They ran through again, then again.
"I'm going to get you! I'm cancer!!"
"You can't dooo that," Gladys protested, "Cancer is a disease. You can't SEE it."
I looked at them both, then turned away, hoping my feelings didn't escape through my eyes.
"What does cancer look like? Hmm. Interesting question . . . " I spoke into the air, in that lame, parental, not-knowing-what-to-say sort of way. He picked the scariest thing. He picked something that frightens adults.
George drew a picture.
This is cancer.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
I believe, when things become unoriginal, they are deemed "traditions." And, therefore, rather than begrudging my lack of creativity, I will also deem this a 'tradition.' I will also add that it makes quick work of all of those leftover candies from that gingerbread house we made before Christmas.
So, for posterity, I will officially record our resolutions.
George - Run around a lot. (Must be working off all that cake he ate last year).
Gladys - Eat lots of good foods and do more artwork.
Andrew - Have a "car free" day, when we run all our errands on bicycles, and do more artwork.
That, in itself, gives me plenty to do. I'll be cooking good food, coming up with art projects and riding my bike around town. But, this year I wanted to give myself a really good and concrete goal that my children could celebrate with me.
I could do a whole lot of different things, most of which would make little sense to my kids. I needed something simple, measurable, good for me, and easy for the kids to see.
I'm going to grab my feet.
So, hopefully, in this very spot next year, there will be a picture of me standing on one leg, grabbing my other foot above my head like a Russian ballerina.
And, if I'm lucky, it won't be followed by a picture of me falling and breaking my hip.
Happy 2011 !