Category Archives: sons

Swallow Back the Years

I do not want my kids to grow up. There. I said it. I like them little. I like how they smell. I like how my daughter’s voice still sounds about half her age when we talk on the phone. … Continue reading

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Second-Born

She wasn’t here before. I came first. What happened in the world, happened to me. There was a long stretch before her. Then suddenly she was everything. I became the sea to her boat, and she the sea to mine. … Continue reading

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In Praise of Little Boys

When I found out I was having a boy, I cried. My reaction took me by surprise. At the time, I had a healthy, happy 3-year-old daughter at home. I had long been saying, what do I care about the … Continue reading

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I Don’t Like Big Butts, and I Cannot Lie

I had a few ideas brewing in my mind today for a blog post. I was going to blog about a little twiggy teenage girl rear-ending my car yesterday, and how my first impulse—so new and foreign to me—was to … Continue reading

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Why (Our) “Redshirting” Is None of Your Beeswax

My son, now four, was born a week before his due date and three weeks before the academic year starts. I don’t work in education and we don’t put our infants in school in Wisconsin, but trust me, there’s good … Continue reading

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Hey! Those Are My Pants! (The Shame of Hand-Me-Downs)

My son has almost no clothes of his own. By that, I mean he wears almost exclusively hand-me-downs. I can’t even begin to fathom how much cash this has saved me. Land’s End snowsuits, firetruck galoshes, and warm cable-knit sweaters … Continue reading

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Holiday Hobnobbing with People Who Don’t Wear Pants

It’s an age-old story, known the world over and spanning the centuries. No, it’s not the one with the stable and the wise men and the donkey trying to eat Baby God’s bed. It’s the one where you’re trying to enjoy a family meal but instead have … Continue reading

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