conversations with my son

11.01.16
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I have been sitting on this post for a long time. But because of the sensitive topic, and because I could not tolerate anyone casting any judgment but that of love and understanding, I have kept it private. But with just 7 days until the election, I can no longer contain it. Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about my childhood and trying to remember at what point I learned what certain words meant… As a mom to a 9-year old boy, it’s hard for me to remember what I knew at his age and what I may have known just by virtue of being a girl/daughter to a single ...Read More
My “Particular” Guy Almost every night, without fail, about 45 seconds after I walk out of Jonah’s room and finally sit down on my bed with the loudest internal “Ahhh,” he calls me. “Mommmmmmmy.” Trying to summon every ounce of patience I have left, I tiptoe down the hallway quickly so as to not waking his sleeping baby brother right next door. Except as you may recall from several other posts, our floors seemed to have been transported from the Little House on the Prairie and they creak as if Pa is a’comin. “Yes, bud. What is it?” Usually, it’s a “can I have water, it’s too hot, why is the sky blue, can you ...Read More
Beyond the “Where Do Babies Come From” Good news, friends. My 7 year old now knows all about my uterus, my hormones, and also my amniotic sac… Well that is, my amniotic sac rupturing. You see, my child – my sweet, silly, sweaty, and ridiculously curious child – wants TO KNOW THINGS NOW and he isn’t really interested in a basic, sugar-coated, “see there’s this Stork and he flies in with the baby,” type of answer. NO. This kid wants raw, unfiltered, uncut, pure truth. And this mom, (hand raised here), has not not had enough (let me rephrase: ANY) caffeine in the last 5 months to manufacture 1st grade appropriate responses. ...Read More
You know those moments as a parent where you just give up? Where you just say, “Fine, eat the cookie,” “Okay, download another game,” “Yes, you can watch a violent, inappropriate movie/show, video?” Oh, no? You don’t know those moments? Oh, sorry. I think you’ve come to the wrong blog then. Head to my Pinterest page though where everything looks perfect my Pinterest page though where I make it look like I’m perfect…aI So… I don’t know if it’s just my 7 year old, but lately, everything ends in “Awww,” or “Not fair,” or  “Okay, fine but you have to___” (fill in the blank with something I have to do for him because somehow he’s ...Read More
If you ask Jonah what he wants as a gift for his birthday or a holiday he’ll quickly tell you: “Something science-y.” I’m pretty sure his love of all things science started when we were flipping through the television and he saw footage of a volcano erupting… This led to begging to see more volcanoes erupt, which led to an interest in rocks, which led to an interest in the earth (and geology), which led to an interest in other planets and space. These days, we’re on to genetics. Yes, my 7-year old is now obsessed with DNA. For a recent birthday, (or nothing… because he has a family of adoring ...Read More
6am.  A tap on my shoulder… Jonah: Mommy… Me: Yes…? J: I’m up. Me: I see. J: Mommy? Me: Yes…? J: I had a very bad dream. Me: I’m so sorry to hear that. J: Mommy? Me: Yes…? J: Please don’t be mad at me… but in my dream… I punched (my cousin). Me: Wow, that does sound like a bad dream. J: Are you mad at me? Me: No, honey. It was just a dream. J:… Because you know I’d never punch my cousin, right? Me: I know you’d never punch anyone. A few days later… 6am again… (I mean, seriously). Michelle Obama in a PSA on PBS. Me: Do you know who that is? J: No, who? Me: That’s The First Lady of the United States. That’s President Obama’s ...Read More
03.27.12
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Oh, hello there. Hi. Hey. What’s up. Remember me? GOOD. I know…. been a while since I’ve posted anything. I’m well overdue for a story about Jonah and his questions or my unshaven legs (though I must say, shockingly, they’re actually quite smooth these days. Jonah on the other hand… his questions are still incessant). Anyway… What exactly have I been doing that has taken me away from all things perfectly disheveled? I don’t entirely know. But I know I’ve been BUSY. I’ve got a pile of mail, a slew of phone calls to returns, an inbox of of unread emails, and a dozen shows that are on the brink ...Read More
11.28.11
2
Last night, I took a trip down iPhoto lane and stumbled on a slew of old videos from when Jonah was about 21 months old. Watching them, I started to feel very sentimental… Though I love watching this child bloom and truly become a little boy right now, I must admit, part of me misses “Baby-Ko….” First steps, first words, first songs… Now he’s putting concepts together. Like big concepts. Take this conversation for example… From the back seat… where the most meaningful conversations seem to start…. J: Mommy, tell me about the day I came out of your PA-CHINA. And cue the poker face. Me: Um, wha– Oh. Um. Uh, okay. ...Read More
08.30.11
4
My son asks a lot of questions. Always has. And while his curiosity and his need to know the details and inner workings of everything inside and out is inspiring and infectious (and entirely genetic), there are days, that I. Just. Can’t. Take. The. Questions. Especially when I have no answers… Or I do, but they don’t even make sense. For instance, I think a long time ago Jonah saw a video of Lady Gaga performing and then maybe Usher too, and they both were on stage and coming out of smoke. Okay, fine. Theatrics. Fantastic. BUT, now whenever J hears a song playing, he always asks: “Where does this singer ...Read More
08.05.11
2
From the back seat…. J: Mommy, how much do you love me? Me: Soooooooo, much. J: How much? (Opening his hands). This much? Me: Oh, way more. J: How much more? Me: To the moon and back, around the world 98 million times, to the bottom of the ocean floor and up, then around the world again. That much. J: I love you that much too. Me: I’m so glad. J: NO. Mommy. NO. I love you… (Opening his arms). To the roof, to the neighbors, to Disneyland, all the way to the beach, and down Coldwater Canyon, and around the world 47 hundred 3, 5, zero, times. I love you that much. Me: Wow, that’s a lot. J: Yeah. It’s ...Read More