They always asked, “Is he growing?” and “Is he sleeping well?” until he evidently was. And then no one ever asked, “Are you, by chance, giving your baby steroids and sleeping pills just so we’ll stop asking?” No, no one … Continued
You make my box into a bus. You make its wheels go round. You make the wipers swish, swish, swish. You give the horn its sound.
How tired you must be of going to Menards. Your parents go too often. I know it must be hard.
A desk, a shelf, and two shelves more, two dressers and five different doors, a hamper and another one, the wall and door frames– yes, what fun– the posts below the bathroom sink, the toilet, tub… that’s it, I think– … Continued
You say, “I’m mom, and you’re the baby.” You say, “Okay?” and I think “Maybe.” Then you, the mom, say “Help me please!” You must not know what “baby” means.
I say, “Gracias!” and you say “You’re welcome!” In fact, you practically yell it, sing it, rejoice in it. So why do I not rejoice to hear you say it? Can’t I say “gracias” for whatever language you speak? Yes, … Continued
Another banana? But you already had two! I want five! you replied. That’s what I like about you.
I’ve been missing this. It’s been awhile since you last woke up, needed me to help you sleep again, and left me wide awake, staring into the darkness, knowing that the raw edge of paneling and the chipped paint on … Continued
For how many days now have you not taken a real nap? All these days you’ve been painting and helping mommy and playing dress-up and riding to the library. You are funner then ever now, but while you’re being all … Continued
Welcome, little child, snuggle on this side of the body you were in, that safe dark place to hide. We will understand if you take some time to mourn the place you’ve left behind. You won’t always be that warm.