July 21, 2009

Covenant Sisters

She reminded me of a hippie from the sixties, arrived in the early 1990s. When I was wearing blue jean shorts with Timberland boots and no socks, she wore plaid bell bottom pants and platform shoes. How do opposites as obvious as us become alike?

June 23, 2009

Unrequited

On Sunday we went out to eat at Scott's favorite Ethiopian restaurant--and while we were there L. surprised us all by striking up a friendship with an eight-year old Ethiopian girl who was also there eating with her family. The people who own the restaurant were friends of theirs, or family, perhaps. They seemed to know each other very well, and not to mind at all that the kids (three of theirs and our two) took over the restaurant and made it their own personal playground. The girl was, as girls L.

April 7, 2009

Rich

My daughter loves her friends; there is no mistaking this. She pours her heart and soul into her friendships. She's attentive to her friends, compliments them for their pretty shirts or outfits, and always takes note of who wore a bow in their hair at school, or who got a new haircut, or is sporting a new new pair of shoes--she's a people-person, through and through. She looks to make friends wherever she goes--sometimes too much; an outing to the park is not complete for her if she hasn't made a friend along the way.
November 13, 2008

Friendship

Listening to the cars drive over the wet pavement, I felt a little down today. I thought about friendship. I watched my boys. They have a unique connection with each other. I have even heard them say, “I love you,” to one another. But lately I’ve noticed that Aj hasn’t been with them. Aj is a good kid; all my boys are, in spite of what you may believe about gang members. Aj was still on the fringes. He hadn’t quite crossed the line; still in school, and occasionally making curfew. I have mixed feelings about not seeing him.
November 6, 2008

I get by with a little help from my friends

While I’m tremendously happy that the election is over (and still tremendously disappointed in my home state), it brought up a world (literally?) of issues, thoughts and (obviously) commentary. And while we were mired in debates (and mudslinging) about war, the economy, healthcare, education and experience, I kept thinking about parenting. I kept thinking about K-Man. What kind of a world is he going to grow up in?

July 8, 2008

The lessons of kids

We knew it was a bad idea, but we let “cute” get in the way of “practical.” “Let’s let the boys sit together,” was what our friend said. “It’ll be so cute.” And, for a while it was. Right up until the point when K-Man’s friend, C-Dude, didn’t want to share his airplane and responded by sweeping his silverware, bread plate and (full) water glass off the table – the glassware shattering on the floor. C-Dude proceeded to melt down as only a two-and-a-half-year-old can. K-Man, now basically soaked in cold water, responded with his own tribal scream and shrieking cries.