August 4, 2010 at 9:00 am Leave a comment

Turkeys, music, goats, politics, ducks, late-night fiction readings, chickens, and laughter. The children splice themselves in without trouble. Their pink dresses are like spring blossoms among dusty plaid and brown polka dots. Their earnest queries adorn adult conversations like rainbow sprinkles atop coffee ice cream. Their mugs of milk sit next to glasses of wine.

I flash back to my own childhood, poking my mother’s elbow as she played poker, my  pajamas in primary-colored contrast to the glitz and glamour of young beautiful mothers of the eighties. Sitting quietly, unseen in the kitchen so that I could catch fragments of completely incomprehensible but undeniably racy conversation. Watching closely, snacking on chips, studying mannerisms, glances, and brushes of shoulders.

Now, in my motherly form I feel as though I am handing them a platter. Here you go girls, a view of the adult world, the realm outside of play groups and elementary schools. Other people live this way, all the time, late into the night even. Take a taste, try on new self-imaginings all from the comfort of your parents’ warm and safe laps.


Entry filed under: life lessons.

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