I think I’ve told you guys about the period of time I was a door canvasser with a political action group. I’d spend five hours a day knocking on doors, and follow it with a couple of hours of drinking. Crash somewhere, maybe home. Repeat. It was a lot of fun for awhile.
- Playing drums in a rooftop jam session. The guy bending over, Andy, ODed a few years later. Livin’ life.
During this time, spending every day with hippies and slackers, when people asked how we were we would say noncommittally, “Oh, ya know. Livin’ life.” Which meant we weren’t doing shit.
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A memory I wish to save about putting Wee One to bed on night.
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The tag line on this blog is “I write to stop time,” and as I get older, I find I want to stop time more and more. (Actually, I don’t know if that’s true. There were moments I loved and wanted to hold onto when I was younger. Of course, I destroyed all my journals from before the accident and those are the memories I don’t have.)
I have to begin letting go.
Right now, Wee One is in a phase when she tells me, “You need me!” which means, “I need you,” or “I want you here with me.”
I used to say that to my mom. I would say, “I wanna hold you.”
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Can you believe it? Wee One is four years old.
For the past four years and nine months, I have been anxious and worried and freaking out about how I would handle having a baby and then a toddler. All that talk about terrible twos and the threenager threat. I was so worried about being a good mother to her during that time.
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My girlfriends and I were talking the other day about feeling like “Whoa” about being adults, because two of us had just gone to our first parent-teacher conference.
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Yesterday, Wee One showed me a new trick she learned: she can sit on the big kid swing on her bottom. I have to lift her up, but she can hold on and balance and even pump her legs a bit. I’m like, you go girl. I like pushing you, but I’m glad you can do it on your own.
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I know I wrote the other day about having a challenging time with Wee One (challenging with a toddler? Who would have guessed?) but today is a new day and things really are grand.
Continue reading “Little Girl, Big Halls – Preschool”