Sometimes we need to get our hands dirty first.
Yesterday, I asked my son if he wanted to help plant our container garden. He scrunched his face up. I took that as a “no.”
Later, during device time, he came outside and said all parents’ favorite two words: “I’m bored.” I swallowed back a sarcastic response and gestured at the potting soil and baby plants around me.
“Well…you can help me plant these if you want. You can get dirty and pick out the cucumbers’ pots.”
He liked that option — he’s a fan of mud, dirt, and cucumbers. Now that he saw me covered in dirt, it seemed like a more compelling offer.
Once he started, he was hooked. The plants became his plants. He baby-talked the basil and lettuce. He picked the best spot for them to grow.
He wants more.
By Adrienne Parkhurst — Getting More
I open my eyes and stare at a large, spinning object. I blink a few times and realize it’s my bedroom ceiling fan. I reach across a wall of pillows to find my husband’s shoulder. His chest rises and falls. My heart slows to the rhythm of his breath.
Too rattled to fall back asleep, I creep out of bed into our dark hallway. I walk downstairs and replay the odd dream in my head. When I reach the bottom of the staircase, my stomach drops.
Oh my god. Matt’s dead.
I rarely remember my dreams, but I recall all…
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