Early Mornings with Jane

This is the second year that Jane isn’t playing soccer and she’s missing the running. Volleyball is fun and all but soccer was 6-10 hours of running each week. When I picked her up from school she was pissed that she was running six laps in 4.20. “How many laps are in a mile?” I asked her. When she told me there were 10 I sort of gasped too. That’s a lot slower than last year. Probably a minute slower, my girl used to lope and everyone knows the last …

A Changing Role

This morning was the first day of middle school for Alexander and the beginning of Jane’s last year at the school that’s nurtured them for so many years. The kids didn’t need my help getting ready this morning though I do have the honor of cleaning the breakfast counter that they’ve destroyed in their haste to get out the door. In addition to the strangeness of having two kids in middle school I’m also not driving them to school today or tomorrow. Our neighbor is taking the first two days …

Middle School

The kids just finished middle school orientation and now I’m disoriented. Alexander has a locker and tomorrow he’ll be wearing green and¬†khaki¬†instead of the blue and white of lower school. I drop the kids off and pick them up in a different part of the school. It’s all different and exciting. Alexander went from having longer hair to a very short cut that actually requires a bit of wax for styling. Some of the kids didn’t recognize him. Jane said that all the boys came back to school taller than …

The Gift of Presence

I boarded the Amtrak Surfliner just before 9am to arrive in San Diego just after noon. From the train I could have taken a taxi but to save $40 or so on cab fare I hopped onto a bus that took me most of the way to the camp where Jane had spent the prior two weeks. Rather than taking a second bus and then walking a mile I tried my luck with a taxi and found myself chatting with an African man who spoke like he was singing and …

My Name’s Not Mom This Week

We had mono drama which cannot be compared with drama of any other sort. You see Jane went kayaking and sailing at camp on Thursday, hopped into the car at 3pm, declared it a wonderful day and fell promptly asleep. Jane isn’t a kid who naps. This is unusual. When Jane woke up she said she had a sore throat. After dinner she said she had a really sore throat. Since I was bringing her to camp for two weeks on Sunday I thought it would be prudent to swing …