shadowwonder

Again you ask to play the ipod while we drive to school.     Again I say “No,” suppressing the familiar stone of self-doubt, heavy in my stomach. Again you say—slowly—“Yes ma’am,” face mirroring the morning clouds. Your quietly reluctant obedience is likely fueled by a hope:  cooperating now might earn an opportunity later.  Not my favorite motivator. It will have to do.  I am longing for ten minutes of together. I ask:  “What’s happening at school today?” At first, a forced “Nothing.”  Then, from the back seat: “I have three tests.”  Followed by: “Want me to help you review while we drive?” Your offer is declined.   But your kindness lends light. Soon:  “Josh is so funny, Mom.  And Mrs. Phillips is the best.” Another voice joins in: “You wouldn’t believe what happened yesterday . . . .“ Stories are shared. The half-risen sun blazes orange on the horizon. And your eyes, smiling, meet...

Summer’s here. I’m for that. Got my rubber sandals. Got my straw hat. Drinking cold [root] beer. J I’m just glad that it’s here. Summer’s here. That suits me fine. It may rain today, but I don’t mind. It’s my favorite time of the year, and I’m glad that it’s here. --James Taylor The last few days have found me taking lots of deep breaths.   It’s summer.   Finally!    I love how looking ahead doesn’t reveal much more than days that stretch out like the horizon in the Texas panhandle.    For me, these first, fresh days of early summer are the most delicious time of the year. And, being partly a planner, I’m finding myself starting mental lists of various projects I’d like to accomplish.    Housecleaning, gardening, reading, games . . . . . If I started planning now, I could get oh-so-so much done.   I mean, 90 days is a long time, right? But I really have to be careful about that, since my well-de...