Category Archives: parenting

Cat Soup

Kerpetch
Kepick
Perketch
Catputz
Keptch
Jessup
‘eptch

It’s “ketchup,” which you will soon master, but I will always look back fondly on these fleeting variations, my dear.

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Their pain is now ours

When you said
But for an un-twist of fate
You suffered a head-on wreck

The pain shot through my gut, immediate
Piercing
Sharper, deeper than I’d remembered
Ever before

It’s different now.
The reflections nightmares can stir, more complex.

They are with us
They are part of us
They are
Of us

No longer do I dread my own life without you
I dread theirs

Parenting: How Saturdays disappear

Today I’m invited to the 9 a.m. soccer game for a girl who is kind of like our goddaughter, and then to my godson’s (one of them; I have an empire of godchildren) hockey game at 12:15-ish.

When I think about how my Saturday will be affected by the prospect of attending both (for just once in a blue moon, honestly), it crystallizes for me how parents of children of a certain age see their weekends disappear into sports/classes/practice ferrying.

And not that I ever doubted it, but it also underlines why my mother spent every game she attended sitting on the sidelines reading a book or grading papers. To the point that my limited moments of athletic glory would lead to this recurring scene:

Bystander: {nudge nudge} “Ma’am, your son just scored a goal.”

Mom: {puts book on lap, picks up glasses} “Did he? Oooh, great!” {clap clap} {takes glasses off} {goes back to book}

Coda: And you know, I laugh about it and we tease her about it now, but I really do think in this and several other ways, she taught me the importance of having a book or magazine around for settings you’d rather not be in. You’re never bored or waiting interminably if you have a book with you.