Tapping her inner artist
These pictures are a little blurry, but I couldn't resist posting. The things they let them do at school! Today was finger paiting on themselves bubble wrap.
Children know best
I’m with my Mom, sitting next to her in a crowded restaurant, and yet I feel alone. I should be warmed by her proximity, by my ability to put my arm around her shoulder and squeeze her towards me. I can swing my leg three inches to the left and our knees will bump together. But she is light years away. She is the earth and I am the moon. She is a falling star glimpsed out of the corner of my eye; I’m fervently making a wish upon that star, my mother the star. I'm in the middle of my life with an established career, strong marriage, and healthy and active children of my own. But my Mom's dementia has only made me realize how much I still need her. There are so many things I want to tell her, so many lessons she has yet to teach me. I think about my Mom's life and my own, the similarities and differences, the choices we both made. We've always been close, I thought I knew her well. But there are so many things I've never asked her, so much about her I don't k
Oh my! How did they get that off?
ReplyDeleteShe still had some orange on her face last night...the messier the better I say, as long as it is at school!
ReplyDeleteMy rolly poly girl is orange...love! Looks like she had LOTS of fun.
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