I Can’t, Can You?

Walking to the bus stop one morning with Jedi tagging along beside me yammering on about something or other, as is his usual way, when he turns to me in mid-run-on-sentence with a request.

“Hey, Mom, can you teach me how to whistle?”

“I don’t know how to whistle”, I tell him.… [Read more]

My 5 Year Old’s Artwork

My 5 year old is really into drawing and coloring lately, in all its eccentric wonder. It’s still difficult for him to stay within the lines, but it’s amazing to watch whatever’s jumbled in his head come out through a pen.

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Kids Don’t Lie

Kids don’t lie. I think all mothers can attest to their child’s blunt honesty up to a certain age. They have yet to learn how to take other’s feelings into consideration, so they answer the only way they can. It’s a part of the magnificent innocence associated with youth.

I know that if I ever want a true opinion of how I look on any given day, I just need to ask Jedi.… [Read more]

Hands Full

My hands are full. I suppose I could see how this simple statement that spectators like to offer might come across as offensive, but I never saw it as such. To me, it appeared as a way to notice that I was doing the best I could considering, but there’s just not enough of a single me to go around.… [Read more]

While You Were Sleeping

His number was 85.

Before bed, when I checked Jedi’s blood sugar last. His number was 85. I wasn’t too concerned at the time, because I know by now how it goes. I adjusted his insulin dose a notch lower, then dispensed a cup of apple juice and a cheesestick for a snack.… [Read more]