Tag: sons
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Vérités
I am straightening up the kitchen today, when I find this list written on a powder blue post-it note. Water plants Feed animals Paint houses Don’t break your things I’ve noticed this errant piece of paper laying around on the side table for weeks. I’ll move it to my husband’s…
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Le Petit Marin
The little sailor sits on the dock, his bare feet swinging back and forth. Dances of anticipation in the crisp salty breeze. The sun dips lower toward the hills casting an amber glow against his ruddy skin. He extends a plump toe out to rest on the board floating nearby, as it bobs up and…
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Merci monsieur
As he approached the bench where we were sitting, I could tell instantly that there was something wrong. He walked tilted slightly to the left and seemed to drag every other step. His face was serious, stern almost. His eyes glassy and downcast. It took him a minute to recognize us out of context. But…
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Il suffit d’une institutrice incroyable
Today I witnessed such grace that it made me weep. Most days I would pass this moment by – there are errands to do, work to be started. But something caught hold of my soul this morning and won’t seem to let go. So off to pen and paper I go. We have been blessed…
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Je me souviendrai
Will I remember that today I am a few minutes late for pick-up at my son’s school. Will I remember the overfilled parking lot, brimming with poorly parked cars and vans. How it always seems to be fathers who stop right there in the roadway to get their children with no regard to others waiting…
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Être la mère
I suppose this happens to all parents, but it is a curious thing when your child stands tall enough to look you straight in the eyes. I’m not a short person and I naively thought that my stature would buy me a few more years before my oldest would sprout that tall. But thirteen is…
40 Weeks in France 