Letter to the Author

Dear Chick,

I know that writing sometimes seems an impossible task. There are distractions that splinter your thoughts and steal your time. Sometimes clarity completely eludes you. When you’re inundated with the many ways to phrase a thought, it’s hard to choose just one. And then sometimes the words grate against each other. Why? Why can’t they just get along?

I don’t know. But if experience has taught me anything, it’s that there is a time for perfectionism, and there is a time for just getting things done, even if it’s poorly. So, when the words flow smoothly, go ahead and aim for perfection. But, when the words refuse to play nice, you gotta just spit them out and leave them where they fall.

I also suggest you stop worrying about how you’ll be judged for your words. You will be judged. But then, so is everyone else. That doesn’t seem to stop them from expressing themselves, though, does it? Incessant self-editing is not healthy.

One last thought: the blog isn’t free. If you’re not going to write, then the money is wasted. So the least you could do (and I do mean the least) is to write one measly post per week. If you can’t handle that pace, you don’t deserve to have your own domain name.

Sincerely,

Chick

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The Butterfly Ball

Dear Livia,

In May you had your first father-daughter dance. I didn’t know too much about such things, having never been to one myself, but I did know that a girl who’s going to a dance needs a dress. So, I took you to the mall.

While we were shopping, you told anyone who would listen that you were going to a ball. You always called it a “ball,” because that’s so much more dramatic, but then you tried to clarify by saying, “It’s also called a father-daughter dance.” For some reason, that only confused people. They thought you were going to two dances!

One dance was enough, and one dress was all we needed, but we had to go to five stores to find it! Once found, it was The Dress, and you adored it. You accessorized with a butterfly necklace and butterfly headband that you already owned. On the night of the dance, your father gave you flowers to wear. You were the Belle of the Ball.

As the mom, I didn’t get to go, but what I heard is that you enjoyed eating sweet treats all evening and walking barefoot along a window ledge in the high-school cafeteria, where the dance was held. I saw some pictures of the dance later, and I was relieved to see that I had dressed you properly. I don’t do everything right as a mom, but in this I did well. Not only did I got you your gear, but I also got you bathed, did your hair and nails, and helped you get dressed. Real mom stuff.

You were so pretty dressed up as you were. But you should also know that you always shine. It’s most obvious when you’re all decked out, but the shine is always there, no matter what you wear.

Love,

Mom

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Caterpillars Everywhere

We’ve had a lot of rain lately, and I’ve been hoping it will knock back the gypsy moth caterpillars. I’m not optimistic, though.

Places I’ve Found Caterpillars So Far:

  1. Trees (obviously)
  2. The siding of my house
  3. My husband’s clothes
  4. The toilet (presumably transferred from said husband’s clothes)
  5. My foot
  6. [edit 6/2/2017] Pressed between the pages of my journal, which I took outside one afternoon so that I could write while the children were playing. Ick.
  7. [edit 6/28/2017] Caterpillar poop gets inside my kids’ lunch boxes. The little poops stick to the ice packs and swell up from the moisture. Ick.
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Another Sunny Day

From my journal 5/6/17:

I am outside with the kids. The sun is shining.

Rhyme by Livia:

I wish I was a bee to take a sip of a weed

And if I was a bee, I would bee so happee

And if I wasn’t a bee, then that was a bad thought.

Rhyme by Mom:

I am sitting in the May sun with my daughter and my son, and we’re having so much fun.

We all have notebooks now. Livia’s using a very small notebook. Marshall has a composition notebook that I gave him. I am helping the kids to write. We are getting a lot of sun. I had hoped to do some writing of my own, but the kids clearly have another plan in mind.  Livia is writing poetry. Marshall is complaining that he has nothing to write. We were speaking in couplets. We are exercising our imaginations and we are good at it. I will be surprised if they don’t both turn out to be writers and/or artists.

Livia is now working on a rhyme about dogs and hogs. Her silliness is enchanting. Sure, I could be writing the great American novel, but this is better in its own way.

 

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The Hatching

It has begun.

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Kite and Flight

It’s cute and frustrating and almost inspirational the way Livia refuses to believe us when we tell her that her homemade kite won’t fly. Not only is the kite not built properly, but there’s hardly any wind. Never mind. She believes she can do it if she tries hard enough and applies enough tape to the torn parts.

So which is worse? Accepting that the your kite will never fly and doing nothing? Or running like mad with your kite trailing behind you and imagining it taking flight even though it never will?

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Chilly

It is hard getting used to the chilly spring temps after suffering the hottest Easter ever.

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Super Breeze

There’s a lovely breeze outside today. The wind chimes are playing a tune that sounds a lot like John Williams’ Superman theme. I feel empowered.

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Flowers and Temps

Today is April 11. The crocuses started blooming weeks ago. The hyacinths started a few days ago. The first few daffodils opened today. The violet leaves are coming up, and I discovered a bud today. As to whether or not any of this is “early,” I cannot say. The temperature hit 90 degrees, though, and that is not normal.

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Forts

Nothing is more satisfying than helping kids to build blanket forts.

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