mouth full of frosting = bliss
Today is momentous for many reasons, not the least of which is that the Boy was born on this day twenty-eight years ago. The ensuing years have been filled with magic, joy, an occasional fit of exasperation, and a dollop of mystifying mayhem to keep us on our toes. This is how we learn and grow stronger and better.*
As parents we keep trying to teach our children what we think they need to know to navigate their future. Our children keep learning about these people who claim to be their parents. They keep looking for answers to the questions we couldn’t or didn’t know how to answer. The point is we all hope for more. We strive for better. For safer. For ever more children willing to keep moving the world ahead in a way that safeguards humanity and our planet.
Tomorrow I am taking my commitment to that pig-tailed Boy in the picture (pretending to be his favorite literary character of the moment) to the streets of Boston. So that I can raise my voice with others who wish that tolerance, love, and kindness may one day be the true law of the land.
Reason enough to celebrate, I think. Let’s make some noise.
*Or not. Not all humans feel compelled to heed the lessons inherent in life.
A Wilderness of Words 
Swoon….always love reading you, Mary. Love the frosting pic – one of our favorite writers(ahem, Christy) sent me a whole boatload of frosting containers for Christmas…with baby spoons for easy dipping. Can there ever be too much frosting?
I love your voice in this piece, love your spirit and love that you’ll be sharing it with your son. xo
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Thank you, Michelle! You are sweeter than all the containers of frosting together.
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I appreciate the positive message on this not so wonderful day.
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Thanks, Brian. I appreciate the comment.
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Throw in some protest for me too! Thank you! 🙂
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I surely did, Jen. I was hoarse when I got home from Boston!
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My favorite grandfather told little me that his idea of heaven was to have a whole pint of chocolate ice cream and to sit on the curb in front of the drug store (no home freezers then) and eat it all by himself. We were on the same page and great buddies.
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I think that’s a wonderful definition of heaven. Your grandfather was clearly a very wise man.
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I love this photo and the pigtails! Happy Birthday to your beautiful Boy.
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I know, I love this photo, too. It was during his Pippi Longstocking phase.
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I thought that was probably the character in question. 😊
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Happy Belated Birthday to the boy! I was out there marching too on Saturday only in New York instead of Boston. It was an amazing day and I am now looking into what I should do to continue.
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Good for you, Mae. Saturday’s events gave me hope that democracy will persevere in spite of the current setback. Onward!
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Thanks for marching, Mary. It will take all of us marching to turn this thing around. Peace, John
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Beautiful 💞
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