Every so often I try to read the boys ‘body awareness’ books. Nothing too sexy, but just ‘these are your privates, and they are special” kind of jazz. Maybe its the Swede in me, but I am very open with my children about their bodies and the proper names of things etc. Not that I bring it up other than on these periodic occasions, but if they ask I try to answer truthfully (in an age appropriate way of course.)
Here it is. The product of many hours creating just the right thought-provoking questions to ask my 13 year old sex-ed averse child.
Just packing up and heading off for Oscar’s surgery today. Its routine thank god, his second set of tubes and the removal of his adenoids, but he will be intubated and its considered real ‘surgery’ this time.
My meditation today is on re-inhabiting my body. I feel like I have been many things in the past 18 months but almost none of them have entailed a mind-body connection.
Oscar turned a week old today. He had a great night and a terrific morning. His feeds are up to 8cc from 5 yesterday so that’s fantastic. His o2 levels are the best they have been yet and we are heartened. He is back up to 3.6 so we are headed in the right direction.
For many of my friends this phrase strikes fear in their hearts. Yes, we are all relieved to have the kids back in school of course, but along with this transition comes a lot more demands on our time together.
I think your forties are about self-reflection. About taking stock of things. Hopefully about being present in the way I always aspire to, with varying levels of success. Two months or so into them, that is my experience anyway.
Is it just me or is the memory of your parents giving you ‘the talk’ seared in your mind’s eye as if it happened yesterday? I had pretty evolved parents, I mean, my mom was Swedish and well, you know those Swedes…she couldn’t wait to sit me down with that dreaded book with all those pictures.
Hello from the Charlotte Airport. It’s been the freaking longest day ever. But I delivered my package safely and intact. We started at 5am and the first part was easy. Even ran into an NFL player at our gate. Of course, I only noticed because of his rings. Colt marched right up and asked him if they were Superbowl Rings. They were. Roland Williams.
I am in a reflective place lately. Mostly because I am one-on-one with my kids for the first time in a great while. With the exception of a few hours a couple of times a week, its just me and the wolf pack. And you know what? Its nuts. And amazing.
