Friday, November 27, 2009

the day after

As I try to be a not-rampant materialist, and as I try to hold on to my tenuous belief that humanity is not degenerating, I do not participate in Black Friday. I like to sleep in [again] and hope my children will bring me breakfast in bed; I make all kinds of fascinating plans in my head then roll over and resolve to at least enjoy the time I have to make plans, even if I do nothing.


My daughter wrote a poem for school this week that I begged her to let me share with you. I tried not to weep in front of her, because GAH, that'sembarrassing! But it reminds me that every little tiny thing I do is more noticed than I realize, and with great power comes great responsibility.

Thankfully I Am From
by Paige

I am from my stuffed animals.
From grapefruit-lavender shampoo and Skechers shoes.
I am from the warm, comfortable home where I find the smell of fresh.
I am from the occasional flowers on the dining room table.

I am from saying a prayer every night at dinner and in bed.
I am from watching every single football game on T.V. with my mom.
I'm from "Brush your teeth or they'll turn green and fall out!" and "I've told you a million times!"
I am from going to my Grandma and Papa's every spring break.
I'm from Vancouver, Washington and the Netherlands
and homemade chocolate chip banana bread.

I'm from my mom taking me to the mall and having fun
and my mom's Snoopy earrings in my jewelry box.

15 comments:

Ami said...

That is truly lovely.
::sniff::

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

What a wonderful place to be from.

Lisa Wheeler Milton said...

She really did nail it. Beautiful.

Fantastic Forrest said...

There once was a poet named Paige
Who, despite her quite youthful age,
Was adept at her art
And could warm any heart
With her words, so loving and sage.

That child of yours is one smart cookie. I don't think we have to worry about her penning a Mommie Dearest in the future. :-)

I Am Very Mary said...

You MUST do this exercise with your students. You'll be so surprised by them...

Sam said...

That is a fabulous poem. The girl has talent and a certain way with words. Nurture that and you might just retire in Tahiti, with your own set of earrings!

phd in yogurtry said...

now you've done it, made me cry!

Hairline Fracture said...

I love it! She has quite a way with words--wonder where she got that talent from? ;-)

apathy lounge said...

That covers all of it, no? Totally sweet...right down to the Snoopy earrings. That girl loves her life!!

Anonymous said...

DAMN, there is something in my eye.

Happy Thanksgiving Bad Mom, I'm truly glad to see that your daughter has given you this lovely gift, thanks for sharing it with us.

kl crab

Janet said...

That is fantastic! I wish I had written something like that for my Mom while I still could :-)

AmyMusings said...

You are so NOT bad mom. But you are a badass writer. Apple didn't fall far from the tree!

Mrs. G. said...

I think you've got a full blown writer on your hands. Man your kids have grown!

Texan Mama @ Who Put Me In Charge said...

sniff, sniff. That's beautiful.

And, dude, she's a talented writer!

angel said...

Oh... wow!

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