Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Pardon My Chinese

"My weiner is bugging me!" G, groping and adjusting at the bus stop.

"Yeah, me too," I laughed.

"No, you don't have a weiner!"

...pause

"Wait, what's your weiner called again?"

"Do you remember?"

...pause

"China something... Oh, MyChina!"

MyChina
I think the stars represent erroneous zones

Teehee. That'll work for now.

Coincidentally, I've been thinking about MyChina for the past few days. G was born 8 years ago today. Happy Birthday, Super G! After 10 years of every imaginable hellish fertility agent, weepy false hopes and heartbreaking near successes, 2 beautiful beloved adopted babies, I became pregnant. Who knew MyChina actually "worked" as nature intended it! And work it did for 3 days until this very day 8 years ago. Our 3rd miracle baby was born and we welcomed him into our family. We thought we were whole, but he completed us by bouncing into our lives and never stopping. He's our breath of fresh air, our lessons to be learned, our wonder and delight.

We love you, G!

Thursday, September 16, 2010

A Wrinkle in Thyme

Sublime!

Please don't retouch my wrinkles. It took me so long to earn them.

~Anna Magnani

While shopping in the produce section last week, my 11 year old son N whispered to me, "Did you see her? She's really old!"

I followed his (thankfully) discreet nod to a woman easily in her late 90's. Her stooped spine and hunched shoulders carried a shawl over a long dark dress as she shuffled along in her practical black shoes. She wore a babushka over wisps of thin white hair, her sunken face corrugated with deep ridges of her life's canvas. An artist's dream.

I smiled and explained how special it was to see her out and about, still shopping and getting around at her age.

A few minutes later he told me, "B's Grandma is really old like that, too. You should see her!"

"Oh, I didn't realize she was that old," I wondered, haven't met her yet.

"Yeah, she is," he mused, "Well...I think maybe a month younger."

Love it!

Also last week while waiting for the schoolbus, G was wondering out loud if there would be a birthday celebration at school that day. I quizzed him on the ages of his friends and family, some right, some wrong. When I asked him how old I am, "He immediately responded, "5!" (like duh, Mom!)

I'm going to count that as an excellent sign that he considers me his peer, since we're working on Play Project, SonRise-inspired techniques. lol

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
~William Shakespeare