Today was my co-op day for Jacob’s class. I was working outside, at the round brown table under the big juniper tree, helping the kids make flowers out of enormous coffee filters and green pipe cleaners. They painted them with liquid water colors – vibrant springtime greens and pinks and oranges, yellows and purples, bright turquoise. Jacob and a handful of other kids concentrated on their blooms as his teacher and I watched. “I love the colors,” I said.
“I picked them for spring,” she said. Continue reading
I spent an hour today sitting on the couch, looking out the big windows into the yard. I was holding a slumped, sleeping boy; Alice Munro’s words (What there is time for is looking out the window … ) and the weight of his fever-warm head kept me from propping him against the pillows and Getting Something Done. Instead through that golden wedge of afternoon, I gazed at our fading open-house landscaping and imagined the very chicken corral that of late I am set on building. It will have Continue reading
“I’m part of the whole universe,” Jacob tells me. I am sitting across the foot of his bed, hugging my knees, leaning back against the wall. It is dark, the nighttime quiet punctuated by Lucas’s soft snoring. Jacob’s feet push at my leg from under his striped comforter. “I feel so cozy right now, because you are next to that edge, and I have my red blanket.” He yawns. “The universe is so big and we are all part of it. Like how all the sand makes the beach.”
It turns out that the trip south took a toll: Kyle and my dad are on antibiotics for pneumonia, my stepmom has bronchitis, Jacob has a spider bite puffing up his left eye, and after a night spent holding Lucas upright while he coughed and gasped, we found out this morning that he too has bronchitis, plus a double ear infection. It all started with an innocent-seeming post-trip cold. It all went downhill from there. And as I watch my people getting sicker, and sadder, and cough-ier, I’m availing myself of every wellness-aid I can come up with. Continue reading