childing

You know, Mima, I think that grownups just need to share better…you know like kids know how to share their toys. Grownups need to share too.

BAM!

That’s right, this 7 year old schooled me on a truth that truthfully we sometimes forget when we are so busy adulting and grown-upping.

I need to have the opportunity to hang out with her more often because the wisdom she has to share…so much wisdom…as freely as a child shares their toys…you know, when their mom or dad make them share their toys.

Pretty much all the honest truth telling there is in the world is done by children

Oliver Wendell Holmes

as always, sticking together

Almost fourteen years ago, I managed to capture an amazing shot of the men in my life and what proved to be one of my most favorite photos of them.

A photo of the hand of our son, Daniel Quinn, scarcely 30 weeks adjusted age and just 2 pounds and the newest member of the Kilo Club, as he tried to grasp the index finger of his father’s hand.

One year later, as we celebrated Daniel’s first birthday and the finalization of our adoption, it served to remind us just how small he really was and how far he had come then.

A year after that, it would receive a special photo journalism award in a local photography show as it astounded the judges with one who truly was Fearfully and Wonderfully Made…it also irritated a local photo journalist that an amateur photographer would receive such an award…over her entry.

Today that photo is properly framed and hanging amongst so many other treasured photographs of our circus act here under The Big Top.

But today, inspired by the works of Red Methot’s Les Prèmas, I tortured my men with a photo shoot…as a mamarazzi will do.

Fourteen years later we prepare to celebrate tomorrow, as we do every year, because every birthday of a 1 pound baby boy born 4 months too soon is something one must always celebrate. We celebrate our preemie, Notre Préma, as parents should. Tomorrow this most extraordinary and most favorite son shall be FOURTEEN YEARS OLD which absolutely deserves all the shouty caps and everything else that we could possibly offer him. Oh, and I should add that we couldn’t possibly be more proud and happy that we get to call him our most favorite son…as we do every day. On the cusp of completing his fourteenth year, he is suddenly aware of the fact that he is our only son…but yes, absolutely, our most favorite son…something that we all celebrate here under The Big Top.

And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world it is best to hold hands and stick together.

Robert Fulghum

light despite all the darkness

Daniel came home last night after school, the orthodontist, the dentist, tutoring and Tae Kwon Do…yeah THAT kind of crazy day…to find all The Big Top Christmas Crazy was up just as he hoped for. Well, almost all of it as he discovered one more of his ornaments not yet hung on the tree.

And when I imagined that there couldn’t possibly be room, he found room..

Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness. ~ Desmond Tutu

commence countdown

Let the countdown commence!

Tomorrow.

Today is the end of another NaPhoPoMo and I am happy to have managed to share a photo each day.

A sharp eye will spy Karen Warlord’s The Beauty of Different in the background. Kind of perfect that it is there. Thank you, Karen, for the inspiration this month.

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. ~ Seneca

until Winter Break

A little decking of the halls and then off she goes, back to school.

It’s always sad when someone leaves home, unless they are simply going around the corner and will return in a few minutes with ice cream sandwiches. ~ Lemony Snicket

Miss her already. But it’s only 18 days until Winter Break. Perhaps I shall save some more decking for her to do then; and perhaps she will return with some ice cream sandwiches.

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