Friday, February 13, 2009

Honesty for supper

It's a wonder my boys grow at all for how little supper they actually eat. The dog on the other hand has a full belly and the cat is down right fat. All because of the daily battle to get them to eat their supper.

Serving anything that can't be dipped in ketchup is reason enough for them to dance their fork around their plate and not eat more than a few bites in an hour. Reiley has mostly grown out of this, though he is still a fussy eater. Owen is still working on finding ways to avoid cleaning his plate. Someday I'm sure his honesty won't interfere with his plans of escaping the table, but not yet.

This evening was no different than any other. Long after we'd finished our own supper, and left Owen at the table he calls to me and asks if he's done. "I'm asking you Mom, not Dad, just you. Am I done?" Cosy on the couch avoiding the battle, and with Martin near by, I tell him to ask his Dad. "But I don't want to ask Dad" Owen replies "He knows I'm not done."

Monday, February 9, 2009

Gerbil on a wheel

Seems like yesterday. I hear that a lot. I say that a lot. Because it does. Just yesterday I'm sure I was in University. Or was it 13 years ago that I first walked on campus, so young and brilliantly stupid.

I have 2 babies who aren't babies anymore. The oldest even has begun to build a life I have no role in. A play within a play it seems. I have grown into adulthood with my wings wrapped around my young protecting them. Now in a blink, they've grown and are starting to test their own wings. Of this I'm proud, but it's different non the less. Seems like yesterday....

A new stage is beginning for me. I can unwrap my wings and stand and stretch. For the first time as an adult. And it's exciting to act for myself, to be free in some way to do so. When I stand up straight and look around though, I realize how much older I am and how little I've changed. For all the crumbs left behind me one would think I'd made it somewhere. But all I can say for certain, that I have gained in knowledge and wisdom in the years that flew past is that 1) I don't know shit, and 2) There is a lot more to learn.

Today I'm just as brilliantly stupid as I was as a child, as a student. So sure I am in what I know. But so stupid to think I know anything at all.