I met the coolest girls last week. Wee One and I were at the zoo, waiting in line to go on a ride on a camel. (the first time either of us have gone on the camel ride) they were in about junior high, these two girls, and after a little while in line, theyStarted talking to WO.
Suddenly WO said, the floor is lava! The girls immediately jumped up either on the curb or on the banister next to our line, getting their feet off the ground.
Then today, we were taking a walk and she was pretending to be the mom and leading me back to the house. I protested about wanting to go to the candy store, ice cream store, book store, whatever. We pretended to be at an ice cream store and as the neighbor boy came by on his bike, he stopped to get a pretend ice cream, too.
I am thinking about that today, about the playfulness and kindness of those kids, and I feel hopeful.
Given the decrepit response of my country to a ONCE-IN-A-CENTURY PANDEMIC (which I can’t believe I’m living through), Cohiba and I didn’t feel good about sending Wee One (WO) to school. I talked about this when she started school. (Here.)
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First of all, today is my birthday. 🙂 This year has been fantastic, mostly because – no, entirely because – the Wee One was in it. This time last year I was gargantuan and having trouble breathing on my waddle to the bathroom. Today, as I was crawling on the floor putting a new duvet cover on, my little girl was literally screaming with laughter. Screaming. She made me jump a few times, actually, it was such a surprise.
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My mom is a woman of great faith, and she has often talked about hearing things from God or the Virgin Mary. I’ve had one experience in which I believe God or the Holy Spirit spoke to me, and while I know I could be wrong, I believe I’m right. I think I had another one of those experiences last night.
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This is a true story, and it was something I entered for a Writing Contest.
The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms, 1929
I don’t remember much of that time in ’97, but I do remember when my doctor told me I couldn’t have children. The pins holding the bones of my shattered pelvis together would puncture my uterus as a child grew.
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