I was happy to learn that I made the top ten of the WOW! Women on Writing Creative Nonfiction Q2 contest. It’s a website that I respect and enjoy a lot, so to do that well gives me the happies.
“Use two hands,” I used to say. I don’t have to say it often anymore. She knows when to use two hands. For hugs, for spreading open to the world, for twirling, for riding her two-wheeler.
Two hands to paint bold masterpieces of my heart, and, in measured time, two hands to hold her work back so as to cast a critical eye. Two hands to add a dab, a spot, a splosh.
Two hands hold onto mine because she wants to dance and for her, dancing is largely variations on Ring Around the Rosie.
The kids narrowed it down to each of their personal favorites.
Kuiper (as in Kuiper Belt, pronounced “KIE-Per”)
My kids are science nerds.
The entire family expressed their displeasure with my suggestions of Loki, Darth, and Ziggy, and even quicker to express their disdain over my suggestion of Matt Damon.
My husband suggested Angus. I was onboard. The kids, because they are nine and five, said it was bad because “Angus” sounds too much like “Anus”
They were protesting too much to hear me mutter all the things “Astro” sounds like.