Did You Know Santa Wrote Letters?

Since I had Wee One, Santa has been a problem. By which I mean, should I tell her he exists? Am I lying to her? Am I fooling her? My large concern is if I am hurting her, of course, and I’ve struggled to find a way to share this with her without hurting her.

I’ve asked folks what they have done and how they see it, and surprisingly, have gotten some ugly comments, defensive and sometimes insulting. People are really defensive about Santa.

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A Long Winter’s Sleep

Laying with my daughter, like I did last night. These holidays are tough on a little girl, and since we’re at family’s houses, we put her to sleep on a bed, then stay with her.

The magic continued for her today, the magic of a good life. She rode in a tricycle, learned how to twirl her skirt (or rather,saw mommy do it) and dug in the dirt outside on the farm, then played with her baby cousin.

It’s a privilege to be her mommy, my treasure.

What magic did you have today?

A World-Pivoting Moment

Earlier this week, I wrote about when I was in undergrad, about guys asking if my name had an H or not and how it felt like a world pivoting moment.

I haven’t articulated this to anyone before (not really even admitted it to myself,) but  I’m going to be honest here: When I was that age, I would watch everything happening to me as I lived it. Like, I would visualize it all happening in a story as it was happening to me. So the man behind the counter, more beautiful and completely different from any other man I had ever known, was asking to know me better. Across the dark counter with the rain misting the windows, the street lights shining in the puddles. In the movie in my head, the world was pivoting around that moment.

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Peaceful morning 

This is a quiet few moments that Wee One fell asleep early for her nap and I can write albiet a little stream-of-consciously. It’s in my iPhone, which I don’t do often.

Sipping coffee in my Thanksgiving-ready in-laws while WO naps. 

She fell this morning, hard. I wasn’t as aggressive about the way she was climbing as I could have been, and I feel so bad. I sat down and nursed her; she got so much comfort from it and fell right to sleep. It was precious.

A friend of mine is studying to become a vicar at Oxford, and he said the school put on a traditional Thanksgiving meal in honor of their American students. He said, “trying to explain marshmallows On potatoes…”

My mom is coming out today, and I’m excited to see her.

Happy Day of Thanks, everyone.