A Return
The thought occurred to me tonight that there's no reason why I shouldn't have a blog again. I started journaling again in two different ways this spring, and nothing has ever filled the writing void like my good old Xanga did.
Also, I have growing discontentment with social media, but still have a desire to have some online expression. So, maybe this will be an outlet.
Thirdly, I want a place to be indulgent, more indulgent than I can be on Instagram or Facebook, about talking about the small things I notice, experience, and look forward to.
So.
Recently, a friend and I watched some of my cousins' kids during a wedding rehearsal. They were just the sweetest - seven kids five and under (or so the oldest self-reported her age to us). It was busy, but they got along so well! They took turns, they bossed each other around, they followed those bossy instructions, they nearly got kicked in the head running past the swings, they insisted on holding hands as they went down a pair of slides together, they shouted into an underground "telephone" tube, they rode a grasshopper and a bee and piled into a hippopotamus that had organs labeled on its inside.
One ran into the road to get a better look at the oncoming car. One asked for a piggyback on the way home from the park. They each pointed to the spot on their plates where they wanted me to squirt the ketchup. A few had some VERY strong opinions about whether and how many ice cubes they wanted.
Despite being raised in different states, they navigated their interactions well and were all very kind to each other.
My favorite moment of the night was when I was finishing reading a Dumbo book to them, all carefully positioned on one love seat so every pair of eyes had a direct line of sight to the pictures. Two-year-old A was hefting up her leg toward her mouth with her hands and licking her leg. Repeatedly.
"Is it good, A?"
"Yes."
"Salty?"
"Yes."
I love kids.
Also, I have growing discontentment with social media, but still have a desire to have some online expression. So, maybe this will be an outlet.
Thirdly, I want a place to be indulgent, more indulgent than I can be on Instagram or Facebook, about talking about the small things I notice, experience, and look forward to.
So.
Recently, a friend and I watched some of my cousins' kids during a wedding rehearsal. They were just the sweetest - seven kids five and under (or so the oldest self-reported her age to us). It was busy, but they got along so well! They took turns, they bossed each other around, they followed those bossy instructions, they nearly got kicked in the head running past the swings, they insisted on holding hands as they went down a pair of slides together, they shouted into an underground "telephone" tube, they rode a grasshopper and a bee and piled into a hippopotamus that had organs labeled on its inside.
One ran into the road to get a better look at the oncoming car. One asked for a piggyback on the way home from the park. They each pointed to the spot on their plates where they wanted me to squirt the ketchup. A few had some VERY strong opinions about whether and how many ice cubes they wanted.
Despite being raised in different states, they navigated their interactions well and were all very kind to each other.
My favorite moment of the night was when I was finishing reading a Dumbo book to them, all carefully positioned on one love seat so every pair of eyes had a direct line of sight to the pictures. Two-year-old A was hefting up her leg toward her mouth with her hands and licking her leg. Repeatedly.
"Is it good, A?"
"Yes."
"Salty?"
"Yes."
I love kids.
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