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Away we go

Posted on September 13, 2011

School is back in session and it is as if we are all poised at the top of a roller coaster ride. I have no idea what’s in store, but I am already keenly aware of how much things have changed. Where once there were two, there is now one and two where just one had been. The tugging of age and new abilities tests the sweet braids of friendship that have been woven over summer days. The cruel truth about three is that often the 2 + 1 dynamic can’t be quieted. We take it slow, trying to be gentle as clashes come. My own rhythm is broken by a new landscape, as we tilt in new directions as our priorities change. We are…

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And just like that, she did it.

Posted on September 9, 2011

As always seems to be the case, the milestone snuck up on me, I didn’t comprehend that we were slipping through a window in time. I woke to the hissing that is little girls attempting to whisper. “Here, right heeeer. Psst, Ave, like this you can do it.” Followed by rustling, clanging and thundering tiptoes. “Briar? Here, for youuuuuuuu. A shirt!” I tried to roll over and sleep it away, but a quick bit of arithmetic prompted me to lurch from bed so that I could deal with two, rather than try to sleep away three. I wrangled on some clothes as the cool air had snuck through the upstairs and made my tank top laughable as cover. Before I’d set foot in the…

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Kick. Stroke. Glide.

Posted on September 7, 2011

We were holding hands as we dove beneath the surface. “You ready, mama? One, two, three,” and Briar squeezed my hand. My head tucked, I threw my back toward the surface and drove my legs into the water as I pushed us below. Once we were under her grip loosened and I watched her body move, without hesitation, this way and that. Her legs are long, the line from hip to knee is smooth until her knees bump out, then down to her calves, strong and compact over her tiny ankles. I let her get ahead of me, fingers barely touching, she could be fifteen for the certainty with which she navigates the rock faces and drop offs. We swam like that, wildly pointing…

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The World Keeps Spinning

Posted on September 2, 2011

I put aside a lot today to just allow the kids to run with friends. The whole group needed to cut loose and they did. I watched them attack the opportunities and leave behind the whining, I-can’ts and no-fairs. I tried to do the same thing. I set my worries in a figurative crucible, it felt a bit reckless, but I realized that my analyzing and murmuring had done nothing to solve them, better to let them stew in their own foulness away from the potent and pure demands of outdoor frolicking. There were snacks and MacGyver fixes for the things they wanted to do, there was help with contemplating how to capture a falcon and there were theatrics when a handful of spiders…

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