My fourteen-year old recently asked me this question. He overheard me telling a friend how happy I was to be able to say “soy una escritora” in my Spanish class and mean it. He asked “why didn’t you answer soy una madre?” Why indeed?
mothering
Give Me Liberty
It is good to know what you like and what you don’t. Not only is it good, but it is also liberating. Then it hit me. This liberating idea, the idea that one can choose with whom and how to spend one’s time, is the exact opposite of what most of us teach our children.
I AM….
Sometimes your kids bring home schoolwork that speaks volumes about them. It tells you something they would never tell you themselves. When I read these essays or poems, or look at a painting or drawing, my heart fills up with gratitude for the educators in their lives who can help them bring out their inner person. Or, in the case of our oldest son, his inner skier. Thank you, and welcome back to school.
All Alone in a Crowd
As we walked back to the overflowing parking lot, I was lost in my thoughts. I was disappointed in myself. By not responding to the woman when she asked us to move, I did not set a good example of civility and courtesy for myself or my boys.
Homesickness
We picked our younger son up at summer ski camp last week with just a bit of trepidation. The night before camp ended we spoke to him on the phone. He sounded quite subdued. All was well he said, and then there was a pause.