Today I Like

By April 13, 2012 5 Comments
1.  I like when my children sit down at the piano with bunny ears on. 

Or a sideways scout hat with sunglasses on.  It makes me laugh.  I also like that they are playing the piano.  My sweet eldest has been passed on to a different teacher for the spring because it’s just better that way for awhile.  For both of us.  It also makes me happy that I only have to start ONE more child at the piano.  
2. I like Ann Romney and I like Michelle Obama.  They’re both great, strong ladies who love their children and this country.  My ears turn deaf to the Mommy wars…yawn.  Women, please stop using stupid and devisive phrases and words to make yourself feel better.  Devisive is an adjective: tending to cause disagreement or hostility between people.  I apologize if I’ve said stupid or devisive things.  I suppose it’s a casualty of being human.
3.  I love this quote in Kelly Rae Roberts’s house, (photo courtesy of featured on design mom this week.  I have a feeling that if I picked out pieces that didn’t match, they would just look like pieces that didn’t match.  I like that I don’t feel badly looking at other people’s homes anymore.  We all spend our time doing different and (hopefully!) worthwhile things.
4.  Like running.  I really like running.  I like Barbara and Edna and Grandpa in the kitchen at Proctor because while Gregor drives the kids to school, I run to Proctor, where he works.  But he arrives sooner than I do and sometimes has to get to early meetings.  So every day Paige runs into the kitchen to see her friends who are all at least 40 years older than her.  Even though they are very busy, they give her scrambled eggs and orange juice, teach her to peel carrots, make bread, create great works of art, and today taught her how to blow a bubble with her bubble gum.  They are so nice to her.  Paige cries when I run at a different time or don’t feel like going out, because she loves her Barbara and Edna and Grandpa so much. Sometimes she’s only with them for 15 minutes but it is a huge help to me.  Simple.  So kind.
5.  And since it’s National Poetry Month, I will share a poem I now adore.  And I only heard it last night when a little, almost-10-year-old girl, got up and faced a very large audience.  She reminded me of Scout from my very favorite Mockingbird book.  Her voice was clear and bright as she recited.  I wanted to capture the words in a bottle.  I wished I were a poet.  I must now discover the poet laureate, Billy Collins.

On Turning Ten
The whole idea of it makes me feel
like I’m coming down with something,
something worse than any stomach ache
or the headaches I get from reading in bad light–
a kind of measles of the spirit,
a mumps of the psyche,
a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.

You tell me it is too early to be looking back,
but that is because you have forgotten
the perfect simplicity of being one
and the beautiful complexity introduced by two.
But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit.
At four I was an Arabian wizard.
I could make myself invisible
by drinking a glass of milk a certain way.
At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince.

But now I am mostly at the window
watching the late afternoon light.
Back then it never fell so solemnly
against the side of my tree house,
and my bicycle never leaned against the garage
as it does today,
all the dark blue speed drained out of it.

This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself,
as I walk through the universe in my sneakers.
It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends,
time to turn the first big number.

It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I could shine.
But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed. 

Billy Collins



  • Julia Tomiak says:

    Today I Like all of your entries! The bunny ears are adorable (do your kids gripe about practicing piano, ’cause mine do! Maybe it would be more fun with bunny ears! Mockingbird is one of my favorite books and Scout is one of my favorite characters as well – great introduction to a beautiful, bittersweet poem. Thanks for sharing!

  • MHardie says:

    Oh – On Turning Ten. I heard that same little gal recite that poem last week. It was a sunny, beautiful day and several of us were sitting on the front steps of the health center after meeting the school bus. Two younger boys had just recited their poems, quite comically. She happened by and offered up her poem. I have to say, that moment in time…it changed something inside of me. His words, combined with her little voice and its perfect inflection and emotion. I had to fight back the tears. I really think it is a moment I will remember clearly, forever. Since that day, I have read the poem over and over. The author needs to hear her delivery. He would be humbled I believe….a little girl, almost and breathing his words.

  • Debbie Brown says:

    Oh, how bittersweet! I had never heard that poem before, but it makes me want to go hug my 10 year-old and tell Sarah not to rush turning 9 next month. Thanks for sharing!

  • Great likes. I hear you on mismatching…I’m not really that savvy when it comes to being so off-the-wall different.

    Have a super weekend!

  • Lindsey says:

    Ok, that poem just made me cry! Beautiful and so sad! 🙁 Thanks for sharing!

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