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With the Pumpkin, Of Course

My mom skipped a lunch with her girlfriends today to watch Cian in his 10-minute long Halloween parade. She then, despite my not-so-forceful protests, whisked him away so that I could go home and focus on writing (more on that later–let’s just say that this writer mama is working hard). I admit that I got a little teary. It could be lack of sleep. It could be from being overwhelmed. It could be that crying a little is my usual reaction to someone showing me kindness. But as we were switching cars outside of my son’s school, she looked at me: “Do you want to cook with a pumpkin?” I squinted at her. “Huh?’ And she handed me a pumpkin. It was this huge thing meant for cooking, grown by a friend of hers, and my Mom had happily taken it from her to pass along to me. If you don’t know how much I love a pumpkin, there you go. I may have hugged it. And then, as if my day weren’t already made (the little things), she slipped me a bottle…

Because It’s Your Turn

It’s back-to-school shopping, Catholic kid style. A small uniform store crowded with frazzled moms (always moms), wallets in hand, expressions pulled tight as they watch the numbers climb on the register. You can tell right away which are the ones with younger kids, before you even spot the children themselves: they’re the ones with armfuls of clothes, credit cards already out, that strained look of someone who’s about to drop way more money on a couple of plaid jumpers and white shirts with Peter Pan collars than she’d budgeted for. The moms with the older ones, too–they’re super easy to spot. They stand in line, relaxed, watching the others, with maybe a sweater or spare pair of tights gripped softly, like something about to be released. These moms are usually alone, running the errand for their children, who don’t need to be with them anymore, who are out lifeguarding or babysitting or scooping ice cream behind a shop counter somewhere in town. Or maybe they’re at home, on the couch, playing a video game. You can’t be sure. But you…

Makes it Even Better

One of my most favorite things in the world is to tell my mother good news. It’s not the news itself–and by news, I mean an achievement, like a promotion, or great new job–that is the awesome part, it’s Mom’s reaction to the news that gets me every. single. time. It goes a little something like this: You call Mom. Mom answers the phone. You tell Mom the good news. Mom bursts into an immediate, all-out laugh-slash-whoop: Wha-ha-HOO! It’s loud and instinctual and one of the most genuinely happy sounds I have ever heard in my life. Seriously, you have to hear it sometimes. One of the ways I knew she really loved David was when he told her some news one time and got the same reaction. Wha-ha-HOO! It’s one of the best sounds in the world. In the last three weeks, eleven-month-old Cian Xavier has broken his first four teeth. He is crawling around and up and over and into anything he can get his four limbs wedged into: the storage drawer beneath the oven…