I was very 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.
I’m not a huge fan of pranks. Never have been. I find them to largely be mean-spirited, intended to humiliate.
No, I’m not fun at parties and I will not lighten up. You know who else is not fun at parties? Batman. You know who is probably fun at parties? The Wonder Twins.
QED and amen.
Here, the big April Fools’ Joke is that the jokes in my house were pretty terrible because all pranks were largely driven by my kids. They gave themselves the giggles by covering up the last “ps” on the package of Peeps. Hilarious.
To get into the spirit of things and not be permanently labeled “The Parent Where Fun Goes to Die,” Continue reading March Month in Review — QED and Amen