olive | For Mother’s Day, you hugged me and said, “mom, I love that you are always kind to me and never feist me.” “Do you mean fight?” I asked. “No,” you assured me. “I meant feist.” You hugged me again, and I knew it was straight from your heart.
blythe | You are maturing by the moment, it seems. Somedays you are by my side, a kindred sidekick, and other days, you seem vehemently opposed to me. You’re reaching the age of standing your ground, making your own place, and learning about authority even when you disagree. Such concentrated lessons and sharply contrasting moments we’re having right now. I’m glad to have plenty of laughs to balance the latter.
burke | You told me this week how grateful you are that I help you solve problems in math, and in life, and this brought some bit of new air to me. Being a parent is hard. Growing up is also hard. I’m glad we get to work through both together.
liam | You’re still my wanderer. In your school work. On an afternoon walk. In a conversation. I regularly catch you off the beaten path, not yet realizing your confident curiosity is a gift.