Tag: childhood
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The way we used to vote.
I have fond memories of being a little kid and waiting with my mom at the local polling place on election day. We’d get there early. We’d finally get to the front of the line. My mom would sign in and the three of us would follow her, sauntering over to the curtained booth. After…
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Time flies when you’re pulling yourself across tiles.
One day, you’re nursing your brand-newborn in your bed at home. The next, (or 5.5 months later) you turn around for under a minute only to turn back and realize your baby is not where you left her, but rather pulling herself at a steady pace across the floor, reaching into the bottom shelf, pulling…
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Koala update: Twenty months.
Love. I’m not sure what I can add to that to make it sound any more profound than the overwhelming feeling it attempts to describe. Your curiosity is inspiring. Your empathy is heartwarming. Your tantrums are hilarious. Your face is delicious. And it doesn’t matter where in the world we happen to be…
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Reliving Sesame Street.
One of the best re-giftings I’ve ever gotten was being able to watch Sesame Street all over again, as much as I want, from now until my last kid turns to me and says, “Ma, c’mon, I’m too old for Sesame Street,” as he walks out the door for first year of army service.
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Being a kid all over again.
I don’t think I ever really stopped being a kid. There are a few things I always held on to: the covered slide, Disney movies, fruit snacks. Ok, who am I kidding… there are about 20875691346 things I never let go of to become an adult. Anyway, having a kid is a 24/7 excuse to…