four children + green dreams + recipes + story writing + running wild + (sanity) = where you'll find me
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
"Where's my yogurt drink?"
"Look in the fridge. Generally perishables are refrigerated."
"Mom, why do you use such big words sometimes?"
Hm, yes, I suppose that phrasing is a bit obscure. Not quite Conrad Blackian, but also not, "that's where we stick stuff that needs to stay cold." All I can say, in my defense, is that I like words, and those happened to be the first ones that popped to mind.
"Sometimes when I say big words, people look at me funny."
(For the record, she didn't look like she minded being "looked at funny." I don't think she'll stop trying out big words anytime soon. And neither will I.)
File this exchange under Another Example of Like Mother, Like Daughter.
I'm mother of four, writer, dreamer, planner, runner, photographer, taking time for a cup of coffee in front of this computer screen. My days are full, yet I keep asking: how can I fill them just a little bit more
-- with depth, with care, with pleasure.