After doing an hour of algebra homework with the ten year old I take her to bed to say goodnight, and observe that her room is very like her equations… “Sloppy?” she asks delightedly. “There’s a lesson in this” I said, “but good luck finding it in such a messy room”.
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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.
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I do not say to my daughter that I think there is chicken stock in the vegetable soup and chicken salt on the chips we ordered. She is eating them gratefully, but this is a small town. Too small for vegetarians.
I do not say to him how much are you reminded of your honeymoon with your ex on this trip.
I do not say please take the children for a walk, please make them shower and organise their meals and break up their fights. Because these are my children, not his. And he is already doing so much. I do not say, please, I just need some quiet time alone.