Me Waving
Everything a blog should be...the issues, interests and inspirations of a disillusioned 30 something
Sunday, March 9, 2025
you were always smarter then me
Friday, February 7, 2025
May this be the year
Each year i write a summary in our holiday card of everything we have done. And I realize why I am always so tired.
So may this be the year that we take the time to listen to the sound of melting icicles and not worry that they are the sound of a leaky roof.
That we can sit in the dark and hurt, but do it together so we are not alone in our pain.
That we can learn to say, "horrible" when someone asks us how we are and have that person give a sad smile and nod.
That we can learn to say no, and yes, and feel no guilt of the consequence.
That we can put down our phones and step away from the screen and look up at the hollow blue of the winter sky, the cotton candy summer sunsets and the slowly falling colored fall leaves.
So this year the summary can look something like this:
This year we did things that brought us joy. We spent time with people we love. We chased our dreams and let go of past hurts. We grew as people and as a family and mark this year not by the activities completed or the bones broken but of smiles shared, and the quiet moments in between the big ones.
Wednesday, November 6, 2024
i.lied.
Saturday, June 15, 2024
Sounds of summer
The screams of childhood permeate my closed windows. Did I once run between houses with my neighborhood friends as the summer nights, free from obligations, extended long past normal bedtimes? My wish for them, is not just more nights when freeze tag erases petty arguments of the day, but also that they remember. If not the exact players or game, but the feeling of being unburdened by what adulthood brings. For a moment I consider opening my window to let in the evening breeze and their laughter. But somehow I fear by doing so I will somehow shift to them some of the weight that I carry. And just for one more night. For one more summer. For just a little longer, I want them to believe they are light enough to be carried up by a balloon.
Saturday, June 24, 2023
moments
Monday, June 6, 2022
a reflection of a year
Saturday, August 1, 2020
Marking What We Have Missed
- No Easter with my parents where every year the bunny hides eggs and toys for all in attendance
- No spring theater production with the kids holding puppets as ensemble cast members in Dr. Dolittle
- No Ballet recital where my girl would spin her hair in a tight bun, her outfit colors of the ocean
- No Field Day at school where I got to volunteer and watch the kids and their friends run amok in matching shirts
- No baseball practice, long afternoons sitting on the sun with one of my closest friends while our boys run laps and practice catching fly balls
- No baseball games on sun filled Saturday mornings where the girls play on the swings while the boys wait in the dugout and the parents talk lazily on the sidelines
- No last day of school where I pick up the kids and we blare Schools Out for Summer while we drive past the line of teachers waving goodbye
- No first day of summer where everyone sleeps in and the weather is usually crappy
- No trip to the Jersey Shore where we would sleep in a fleabag motel right on the beach and eat fudge and cotton candy on the boardwalk until we felt sick
- No Ballet camp where I would work from the hallway of the studio for a week while my daughter smiled non-stop for 3 hours a day
- No football camp where the boys got used to their pads and ran laps trying to outrun their coaches
- No summer theater show where Moana and The Jungle Book would have been staged
- No football practice where the parents would park with their cars facing the field so they could turn their lights on when the sun fell below the tree line
- No back to school shopping with my mother, going from store to store shopping for pants and dresses and underwear and sweatshirts and new shoes
- No first day of school where we would race for the bus and then I would follow them in to gather with the other parents to watch the kids arrive off the busses
- No Ballet and tap classes where I would watch my daughter dance and gossip with the other moms in the hall about schools and lice and in-law visits
- No football games where I could cheer for my boy and his friends, watching him always find me in the stands after a big play
- No fall theater show where I would work back stage, helping them with costume changes and being able to watch them shine