Tessa

Perfect Moment Monday: The Promised Land

April 17, 2011

Tessa and Reed each took up something new this Spring. Which means that Roger and I did, too. Reed, born into the Red Sox Nation (his dad’s bloodline), is now spending two hours a week developing his skills to possibly be a  contributing member of that nation someday (or just to have fun). And Tessa [...]

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Perfect Moment Monday: Shiny things

March 27, 2011

This is on my nightstand. No reason . ~~~~~ We’d made a deal, Tessa and I. If she could go four days in a row without any arguing with me — not over clothes, homework, TV, eating, bedtime, bathtime or anything else — she could get her ears pierced early for her birthday. (Secretly I [...]

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Do over: “I’m a bastard, right, Mom?”

March 24, 2011

As you may recall from my last post, Tessa and I began a conversation about the meaning of the words bitch and bastard. We covered the terms and I was feeling confident. Until she said the words expressed in the title of this post. That means I’m a bastard, right? Though it was clear there was [...]

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Perfect Moment Monday: Swearing on

March 20, 2011

Back in high school, I went skiing with our church’s youth group. It was miserable and I swore off skiing forever. That was before I had a husband to please. Six years ago, I succumbed to said husband’s requests to ski again. It was still pretty miserable (especially on my left, black-and-blue hip) and again, [...]

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Perfect Moment Monday: Harmony

March 13, 2011

Tessa is in the back seat listening to music on an off-brand MP3 player I gave her years ago. She gets excited at the song that comes on and passes one of the earbuds to  her brother, keeping the other in her own ear. She becomes Olivia Newton-John and Reed turns into John Travolta as [...]

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Perfect Moment Monday: Now and then. And now.

January 9, 2011

I cuddle in bed with Tessa and do to her what I love having done to me:  I stroke her hair as she falls asleep. I caress her brow ridge. I line the contour of her ear. Such intimate gestures occur with only a few very special people in one’s lifetime. As I marvel at [...]

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