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Getting One Answer Right

  I was sitting on the steps that lead to the second floor of our house (it’s one of the places I go when I need to hide). I was doing something on my phone (incredibly life-affirming and positive, I’m sure, as all internet scrolling is) when Quinlan came bounding down the stairs. She stopped, sat down beside me, and wrapped her arms around me in one of her monkey hugs that drape and cling and demand that the hug-ee not leave such an embrace until Quinn is good and ready to disentangle herself.  When I could come up for air, she planted a kiss on my cheek. I smiled, remembering her as the baby who wouldn’t even sit beside me on the floor without a hand on my leg. “Do you know you’re one of my favorite people in the whole world?” I asked her. She was already on the first floor and headed to the kitchen. She shrugged. “I know,” she said, and continued on her way. I was left sitting on the steps, stunned by the nonchalance of her response. I know.  I…

At Seven, A Name That Fits

She turned seven a couple of weeks ago, our Mighty, and I’ve been thinking about what I’d say about her ever since. Her interests haven’t changed all that much since last year. She still loves butterflies, and horses, and riding her bike. There’s some stuff that’s new: she started playing soccer this spring and was awesome to watch. She learned how to really read this year, and you know as well as I do there’s no better sight than seeing your own child curled up in a chair with a book. She isn’t as afraid anymore, and that’s the thing, I think. That’s what I’ve been thinking about. Here’s what I find funny: Quinlan said earlier this year that she didn’t like her name, which isn’t funny at all, really, especially when you know that I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying that if she’d just stuck with Quinn like we’d wanted to call her, maybe she wouldn’t be complaining. Don’t worry. I…

In a Sea of Lions

Quinlan came home with this cute project the first graders completed in the beginning of March. Each child had to decide if she or he was more like a lion or a lamb, and explain why. We were all in the kitchen when I saw it, and so the first time I read it was out loud. Here’s the translated version: “I am most like a lamb because I am calm when my brother screams and is scared and when my sister is mean to me.” David and I just started laughing. But Saoirse? Oh, Saoirse was aghast: “QUINLAN!” She looked at her sister in shock. “I have to see your teacher! That’s what she’s going to be thinking about me now?!” All I could think was, join the crowd, Saoirse. I let her read last Thursday’s post. She know’s what’s up. So, a little advice to our eldest: welcome to our world, big girl. Take it from me and your dad: just don’t make eye contact with anyone you know anymore and you’ll get along juuuuust fine…