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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…

It was Pinot Noir

I was washing the dishes (I could seriously start every. single. blog post. with that sentence.  You know it).  Friends who had stopped in for a visit had left an hour or so before, and dinner consisted of reheated quiche and grapes and maybe a cookie or two, because it’d been a long day.  For the kids, too, I mean.   I discovered this morning that Saoirse, in fact, does absolutely hate her swim lessons, the realization of which was accented by her sitting on the edge of the pool, looking at me, tears filling up her goggles, lower lip jutting out, quivering, as she pleaded, “Mommy.  Please, can I come see you?” before Coach Mike pulled her back into the water.  (“I’m going to let you go, now,” I heard him say, “and you’re going to swim on your own.”  “You shouldn’t,” replied Saoirse, right before her head went underwater).  And then my friends came over, and we had lunch, and then SK screamed for a few hours because Quinn was playing with her toys (somebody help me before I quit this job, yes…