Thursday, April 15, 2010
Geneva and I are having a Mother's Day Mom and Me Together Yoga Workshop. This is Geneva's baby. (She has been amazing about pusuing her yoga teaching.) In any case, she is promoting it and holding it at the studio where she rents space. It will be a fun, relaxing, mother-child partnering affair. I'll assist, then take the kids in the end for a craft and more kid yoga, leaving a lucky bunch of moms in the hands of Geneva. (Geneva walks into a room and I feel better already.)
It's the craft we're still working on. We've been working on this idea of weaving words (using alphabet beads) into hemp bracelets. At one point we thought it would be meaningful to gather words from each mother and child, a special word, perhaps one that comes to mind when, say, the child thinks of the mother or vice versa.
So I took that idea to our R&D department for testing (that would be Kit, located conveniently on our swingset each and every afternoon). She loved the idea. What a special gift for mother's day! And you get to make it right there!
"What words might you choose?" I asked her. "What makes you think of me?"
"Oh, Grocery Store. Tired. Yelling. Like that."
Slap that one on a Hallmark Card and send it to your Momma.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Gabby had her tear-duct tubes surgically removed on Wednesday. Once again, she had no fear, was patient in the doc office, a darling for the medical staff. Last time I whispered a little fantay/ meditation story that went with the bubble gum anesthesia as she drifted off on the table. Something about Barbie. This time she chose "orange!" as she scrambled up onto the operating table and flipped onto her back, like anesthesia gas is a treat or something. (Then again, if someone offered me a really good nap I might just get excited, too.)
But that's not what this story is about. It's about a moment of clarity in the car on the way there. Sometimes Gabby is so clear in her speech, and when it is, you get this glimpse inside her head. It must be fun in there.
"Mommy, you know what?"
"I think Daddy is the Easter Bunny."
"Really! Why is that?"
"He has pink ears."
I marveled at all this cognition and then realized she must have been looking through the family photos. Still, John does make a fine Easter Bunny.