In this space I will take time to update parenting quotes that make (and sometimes likely break) my day. Enjoy from afar, dear ones. This area is rife with laughter and heartbreak all at once.
April 3rd, 2017
Ethan begins to play a Beatles’ song in the other room and comes in, looking suave.
“Know this one?” he slyly asks.
“Yup,” I say. “‘Come Together.'”
“Dang,” he sighs. He tries to trip me up constantly.
Several moments pass, and I hear him going through some newer selections. He settles on some new-ish JT. The song starts and I can see Scarlet Johannsen in my head from the first few notes.
Ethan comes in, again looking as if he can catch me.
“Nope. Know it, too,” I say. “‘What Goes Around Comes Around,’ bud.”
“Dang! Do you just know ALL Justin Timberlake music?!” he blurts out.
Ah, to underestimate pre-pubescent crushes. He’s no idea the extent to which this range goes… nor should he. 🙂
March 23rd, 2017
“Ethan, did you see that the tree in the yard is about to bloom? It’s all purple,” I ask.
“Cool! It’s like [our town’s] tree!” he responds.
“Well, I’m pretty sure it grows other places, but you’re right–the town’s school color is purple.”
He continues doing something else but I hear him mutter the following…
“I wish it was black. Like the darkness…. devastation… death. [He laughs.] I’m just kiddin’.”
There has literally never been a moment we were more related than this moment, our mirrored morbid senses of humor.
January 23rd, 2017
Ethan had one of his middle school friends over after school today, which was great because he doesn’t often get to have too many friends over with their busy schedules.
However, after over an hour of listening to various renditions of “Cake By The Ocean,” I think it’s safe to say I’ve over estimated the importance of my son getting bonding time with friends. #Oeuvre
January 22nd, 2017
Ethan received honor roll for his first semester of middle school–almost all As!
“Ethan, do you think $5 per ‘A’ will be a nice reward for your great report card?” I asked.
Pensive, he gave me the I’m-gonna-pull-one-over-on-you face and replied “Do you think I could get $2.50 for the ‘B’ grades?” (I swear he could have winked.)
“This is not a negotiation. One does not negotiate with rewards. Nice try,” I laughed.
December 14th, 2016
Ethan talks with me about setting up a new model train set-up in our basement. He received a large “train table” for Christmas, and he discusses his thoughts. He says he can’t really explain it; he just needs to set it up in order for his meaning to be clear.
“It’s like how you can’t explain fireworks,” he says. “You just have to see it. It’s like an atomic bo–… wait, no, that doesn’t work.”
Good, kid. Glad you know that setting off an atomic bomb really doesn’t show anyone how it actually is made. So glad you’ve figured that one out already. 🙂
November 30th, 2016
As I drive home with Ethan after school, he does what he usually does and talks nonstop about his day. Sometimes I can’t listen to all of it, but I know he needs to get it out. Today, however, he brings up friends. “You can’t ever really trust anybody,” he says, “You never know when one is just going to turn their back on you.”
I wanted to say something positive, but I learned that same lesson several times in middle school myself. I let him keep talking, keep living, into a new topic. There is no point in lying and telling him they’re going to get better, that friends become better as you age. Instead, I pray to myself that he meets a friend as wonderfully supportive as my own.
November 12, 2016
I’d like to go back in time and smack silly the version of myself that ever thought owning an amplifier was a good idea. #guitarhouse#ethanhasafriendover #suddenlyheislennon #turnitdowntosixplease #honeydont #reallydont
November 8, 2016
On the way home from school, I grasp my son’s pre-pubescent and clammy hand, look at his lowered gaze, and ask, “Bud, what’s wrong? Did you have a bad day?”
He sighs. “No, Mom. I just have too many people that have a crush on me.”
Well smack me with a problem I’ve never had before, kid. Carry on with that lowered gaze because there ain’t nothin’ about that burden that’s light. Whew.
August 23rd, 2016
Work day in my classroom. I’m finishing up paperwork, and I ask Ethan: “Whatcha doing?”
“Writing a story,” he says while typing on my computer.
In addition, on the way here, he belted out some Hamilton: The Musical songs. IN TUNE.
Alright, everyone. I’m done parenting. Finished.
August 22nd, 2016
“I had a beautiful sleep.” – Ethan
“I had a weird dream about Sam Hunt.” – Me
“You don’t have to tell me. It was probably inappropriate.” -Ethan
Well done, kid. You know me well.
August 2nd, 2016
That moment you’re able to finagle another membership to Book of the Month Club through your son’s email account and get two free books out of the deal. It’s a sickness, and–yes–I’m aware.
July 29, 2016
“I’m gonna go have a drink of delicious [hometown] water.” -Ethan, upon returning home from Texas. He takes a drink, utters “MMMM… ah. I’m home!”
June 20, 2016
“Mom, you know what I’m going to do for you someday?” -Ethan
“Buy me a huge library with the fluffiest of pillows?!” -Me
“That’s a good idea but no. I’m going to Buy. You. An. OWL!” -Ethan
“Aw, yeah, honey that’s illegal…but I like where your head’s at.” -Me
June 15, 2016
“I could be a veterinarian someday, but I don’t really want to. It’s not going to be, like, my mid-life crisis or anything.” -Ethan, most brilliant mid-life-crisis-er of all time
March 28th, 2016
Ethan planned to ride his scooter to a friend’s house down the road. His classmate planned to walk with him. They decided to bring Ethan’s guitar, too, so that the three of them could have a “jam session.” Quickly realizing that the guitar could not be carried on the scooter, I said “Hey. Dude. It’s not [your friend’s] job to carry YOUR guitar!” to which Ethan responded, incredulously, “Hey. She applied for the job!”
I could not help but laugh. After watching them go down the road, it seemed to be a collective effort to carry the guitar/ride the scooter. Well played, son. Well played.
March 27th, 2016
Easter night, Ethan gave me a hug and thanked me for all of his Easter goodies–a real hug and a sincere thanks. I think I might not be a terrible parent after all. (Unless, of course, he’s just buttering me up for next year… or his birthday in five months… or… )
March 10, 2016
Ethan breaks the garage door. Frustrated, I say we’re having leftovers for dinner. He waits a minute, then comes into the same room saying “Look, I want to have an argument free night. Can we just let this go?”
Suddenly it’s very clear I’m raising someone’s husband.
Feb. 10, 2016
“It looks like a starfish exploded inside my ice cube!” -Ethan
Dec. 13, 2015
Getting older: Being sick all night from your child’s delayed virus instead of from having too many cocktails at the holiday Christmas party. #thankschild
Dec. 3, 2015
Parenting Quote of the Day: “No. You’re not going. I don’t negotiate with terrorists.”
Nov. 23, 2015 – Ethan made me a sign to advertise reading in my classroom.
E: What’s a glory hole?
Me: 😳 Bring me that book. RIGHT NOW. Faster than that!!! Turns out it’s about the Titanic—servants’ quarters—and now I feel awkward for thinking anything different.
Today, Ethan explained to me what gambling boats are. He told me, in detail, that in Florida it is legal to gamble on a boat that is three miles off shore. He said he learned this in the book he’s reading.
…Well, at least he’s literate.
“I love you, Ethan.”
“As you wish… too.”
April 4, 2015
“My scallop is showing!” -Ethan
“Your scalp, Ethan. Scallops are seafood. Also, it’s everywhere, under ALL of your hair.”
“Oh. Well, don’t do that scalping thing, ok? I don’t want to lose it all.” -Ethan