Elijah has been playing with friends all weekend and Ezra has had 3 hour naps and I have had some stolen moments just to be. As Ezra watched Elijah and a neighbor play Hungry Hungry Hippo, another neighbor gifted me a homemade candy apple. I chomped away at this childhood treasure loving that the hard candy refused to break down between my teeth. Some of the sweetness melted and landed on my arm, shirt, chin.
I took in the Halloween decorations on the windows,the lit acrylic pumpkin and the red roses, yellow mums and daisies I bought myself yesterday. The children's laughter and childhood became background music to my delectable moments on the couch with my front door wide open as fall ripened before me.
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My musings on the journey are neatly wrapped in on-statements, on being, on loving, on teaching… As Joan Didion wrote in “Why I Write,” I write to make sense of the pictures in my head, to learn about myself, to find out what I’m thinking, why I overuse ellipses and share (or impose myself on others). Maybe by writing I can make sense of things, slow down, relax, and enjoy the journey more (and maybe help you to also).
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- Y. Green Pittman
- I am a mother of two boys, an inquisitive, intelligent 8 year old and a charismatic, comedic 2 year old. I'm a mother of a myriad of high school students who delight me. I'm doing my best to enjoy this journey of mothering, living and learning.
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