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Boston

Boston.

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It's becoming routine now...I see a cryptic message on Facebook and my heart sinks.  "Praying for the people of Boston."  And I rush to npr.org to find out why prayers are needed.

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My six year old, out of the blue, in the car (of course) said this the other day: "I remember something sad."

When I asked her what, she said: "I remember that a guy went into a school with a gun and shot and killed a bunch of little kids."

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When I was six, I remembered things like Easter egg hunts and art festivals and playing with the Harrison kids from down the street.

My kids will remember Easter egg hunts, hikes at Lake Anza, garden tours...and guns and bombs and death.  My oldest, who heard from his friends that Facebook and Instagram were all about something in Boston, called me at work this afternoon: "Mom, what happened in Boston?"  On the one hand, I want to be able to explain it to him and find a way to soothe him, to make it OK…

A Reason, If Not an Excuse

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Apparently, I am too tired to blog these days.  Perhaps this is why:

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Upon Hearing the Following...

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Upon hearing me apologize sheepishly for not coloring hard-boiled eggs this year, my 8 year old said: "Good.  I HATE coloring eggs."

Upon hearing that his Spring Break is another 8 days long, while his brother's is ending in 2 days, my 14 year old said: "I go back to school in a Beatles week; you go back to school in a Taylor Swift relationship."

Upon hearing me ask if he could have possibly predicted that his little sister would cry when he said something cruel and heartless to her, my 12 year old said: "I don't actually know what's going to come out of my mouth until it does."

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Upon hearing all of this, I just adore my children.

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We salvaged a dangerously grumpy Easter morning with a very muddy hike.  Here are the shoes and one of the smiles that prove it:




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