Vivi's undies are in a bowl in the kitchen cupboard. Grandma Gloria was in town and recognized the girls' need for new underpants and purchased some at the amazing Super Target. They ended up in a bowl under the cupboard. Now every time a girl needs undies in this house they know where to look. I think I'll always have to keep undies in the cupboard from now on.
These are our 3 kids. The kids that I have been at a loss to describe. The kids that I cannot get enough of. I breathe them in and they push away from me. It's a little creepy sometimes the way I smell them like I'm inhaling an intoxicating drug. I'm creepy. But that's okay I guess, it's creepiness out of love.
Norah has started kindergarten now. And like all of us she is still Norah. In kindergarten. And I'm still Ann, as a mother. We are all the same as we always were. Little kindergarteners. And yet... life wears us down into something more and keeps shaping us like a river rock... smoother and smoother all of the time.
Maybe I could start this up again. This heartbreaking focus on love. This break my heart I have to look away feeling that I've grown to have. I think it's in a way a hardening on my part... a hardening to protect the tremendous tenderness of it.
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