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When our vacuum started making a death-rattle a few weeks ago, Kyle and I had different reactions. He considered the volume of the monstrous noise, amortized the cost of owning the vacuum over the last many years, and said it was “time for a new one.” I imagined it abandoned in a landfill somewhere, taking eight hundred jillion years to decompose, the jammy fingerprints of two young boys gradually petrifying as armageddon came and went. “I think we should try to get it fixed.” Continue reading →
Kyle and I disagree about the vitamins. While I try to forget them at the grocery store, he patiently searches the bottle each morning, finding hippos for Jacob and lions for Lucas. He sets the tiny sugar-chalk creatures next to their breakfast dishes – oatmeal, pancakes, cinnamon toast. Only Daddy knows how to make these things. Monday morning, Jacob sat down at the table.
Thoreau said that he always found the voice of nature encouraging.
My boys feel that same way about chocolate chip cookies.
You may recall that while I enjoy the buckwheat chocolate chunk cookie recipe that I got from my friend Eleanor, I am not really a chocolate chip cookie person. The rest of my household, however, feel otherwise. Jacob has even inherited Kyle’s particular way of saying cookie, a Mid-Atlantic verbal caress that makes you think that the word might be spelled with Es and Ws and perhaps a big heart at the end – cew-kie. Heart.
There are these little red shoes. They used to belong to Jacob, and before that they belonged to my sweet friend Rebecca’s little boy, and before that, her little girl.
Yesterday I found that overnight, Lucas’s blue sneakers were too small. So I went to the closet and there they were – those little red shoes. And I thought, this will do. These shoes stomped through crunchy drifts of fall leaves, searched for turtles along the tow path, clambered onto the backs of beloved bronze tigers. Jacob wore these shoes when he was just getting big enough to run on his own two feet.