As I look at you – yes, you – through the screen on your computer, I must tell you, “I have a headache.” There. I said it.
I want to write a post. I want to write an entertaining post. But my head pounds with pressure; it pounds with pressures of parenting, pressures of employment, pressures of finances, pressures of deadlines, pressures of health and pressures of obligations. Can you relate? Yes, I know you can. Continue reading “This Title Has Nothing to do with This Post but Joe does”
What motivates me to write day to day is anyone’s guess. Though I go to bed every night with a bombardment of ideas, I wake up forgetting the ideas I had prior to sleep. While driving the boys to school, I find myself flipping through my mind in search of an idea, like one flips through office files. Continue reading “Parentheses (And, I think I need to get out more.)”
If you’ve seen the television show “How the Grinch Stole Christmas”, you know little Cindy-lou Who, who is no more than two. And, you know little Cindy-lou Who, who is no more than two, sees Santa trying to stuff her family’s Christmas tree up the chimney. When she sees Santa, she asks, “Why, San’tee Claus? Why? Why are you taking our Christmas tree? Why?”
Now, this is not a post about the Grinch, Cindy-lou Who, who is no more than two, or Christmas. This is a post about ‘why‘. Why do we do some of the things that we do? Why, people of the world? Why do we collect the baby teeth of our kids? Why?
Our oldest has now lost a total of three baby teeth. And, rather than throwing my son’s teeth away, I feel the need to save the teeth. I have the teeth safely stored in a special ‘little teeth’ container. And, I have the little container hidden, so my child doesn’t come across what the tooth fairy was to have taken with her. Why?!
Are we suppose to keep the first nail we clip from our child’s fingers and toes? That’s crazy gross, right? Well, why do we keep the teeth? And, how many parents have a lock of hair from their child’s first haircut? Why do we feel the need to collect bits and pieces of our children? And, why do these sorts of collections leave me feeling like I am a target for Dexter?
Who was the first Mom to keep their child’s tooth? And, why – oh why – did this become tradition? People of the world – is baby-teeth collecting a global thing? Or, are crazy Americans the only weirdos with a collection of baby teeth safely tucked away in a special container in one of their bedroom dresser drawers?
In this day and age where over-sharing is the norm, I am going to spare you a picture of my son’s 3 baby teeth. Let the record show, that even I have limits to the amount of information I share with the world. (Though clearly, my limits are few.) Now, if you’ll excuse me, my child just lost his first eyelash.
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