The ages of (wo)man – a meditation on life, family, and those who have gone before.

Grandmother with one of my cousins.

Aside from my parents themselves, my maternal grandmother was probably the most influential adult in my young life.  I was an only child, born ten years into my parents marriage, when they were both 35 years old.  If I was not with a parent, or a teacher, or the parents of a select handful of friends, I was with my Grandmother and Granddad. Continue reading

Transmission accomplished

Human Brain Evolution

Human Brain Evolution (Photo credit: hawkexpress)

The other night as we were preparing for bed, B proffered the following:

Mommy, did you know that I say a lot of things inside my head?Is that ok?

Yes, of course. That’s just your brain working. My brain works the same way.

Oh. And you know when it stops?

When you go to sleep at night?

Yes, and sometimes… <worried face>

Sometimes is it hard to stop thinking at the end of the day?


I know, that happens to me, too, buddy. Sometimes my brain is so busy thinking that I can’t get it to stop when I’m ready to go to sleep.

Oh.<Thoughtful and relieved expression.> Me Too.

Ah, yes – the perseveration gene! I see that it has been successfully transmitted to the next generation.

>Mini fit


I wouldn’t buy him a toy at the hardware (!) store. (Sidebar: why does the hardware store sell toys?) He did this the entire fifteen minute walk home, stopping occasionally to throw himself down on the ground, usually in front of witnesses. When I commented on his tenacity, Mr turned to me and snarked, “Yeah, I wonder where on earth he gets that from?”

>You get a fig from a fig tree.


So, here’s my fig.  He’s turning into such a little man… a bossy, stubborn, opinionated little man.  Where does it all come from?

I was having a conversation with one of my coworkers this week about something totally boring and complicated and work related, and was trying to explain about why I want to learn how to do it myself, when someone else is happy to do it for me.
The best I could come up with was, “Well, I just like to … do it myself.”  The days when I realize I sound just like my four year old?  Not my best days!