Saturday, June 28, 2008

• channeling my mom and grandma....

  yesterday i uttered words that mothers have been saying for decades.  generations.  eons.
  
  i joined the ranks of those who have great concern for their children, doing all they can to ensure the safe delivery of small boy to manhood.  it truly was instinctual, and i found myself grinning when it was over as though i had been initiated into the special club for mothers of "children with their own agendas who are old enough to walk"  - which is a very long name for a club and MOCWTOAWAOETW is a difficult acronym to fit on a business card. 
  
  samuel was chasing asher yesterday- which is a daily occurrence in our home and often is executed to the soundtrack of asher's high pitched screaming.  (he's a screamer that one) but yesterday was different- it was samuel who was yelling- arm extended, blue object in his hand- and he was saying "i'm gonna cut your hair! i'm gonna cut your hair"  to be fair- he was chasing asher with nail scissors for babies- blunt edged, and small- in order to cut asher's hair he'd have to sit on him, pull out a single hair and rub it over the blade many times until it broke- but, it was, you know- the principle of it all. and what did i do?  i turned away from my coffee and said
  we don't run with scissors. 

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