Archive for the ‘cormac’ Category
One day you’re cleaning up your kids’ rooms while they’re away at their father’s and among their piles of mess you come across a list the two of them made and.. oof.. if you don’t just ache with longing for them then.
1. Went to the art gallery the other day with my kids and I kicked it off with a joyful little sermon before leaving about how I would not be buying any food at exorbitant gallery prices and that we would be there for the long haul, touring two galleries and to take some responsibility for themselves because enough already. And you know what? They then cooked and prepared their own picnic of healthy snacks to take with them and were the talk of effing Gallery of Modern Art with their little check-in bento stack. And if I then did not bask in parental pride like I was the goddamn business.
2. Cormac, aged 6yrs: Mum are you broke at the moment?
Me: A bit, yes.
Cormac: That’s a bit suspicious, isn’t it?
Cormac (smirking): I think you bought the Santa presents.
3. Oh the serenity in the evening of kids restrained from computers, suddenly let loose on screens.
4. Beautiful observation from Lauca, my 10 yr old daughter who lives half time at her dad’s house which is multi-generational and includes her 98 yr old grandmother – “She doesn’t really keep time with time anymore”.
Cormac’s (age 6) inner demons bookmark for me.
The sketch I found in Lauca’s (age 10) bed.
The boyfriend leaves love notes for me.
Lauca’s quick sketches.
His first drawing for me.
When he drew for Cormac.
When he drew for Lauca.
When he quickly sketched me.
Cormac draws mythical creatures.
And foxes with anxiety.
He said this is a Japanese female warrior.
My old life drawings get frames.