Wise Words Wednesday: Quotable

I spent a productive three hours or so working outside this morning before it got too hot — a tonic to the mind, body, and spirit. Typing that makes me realize how I’d feel if I was one of my mother-of-littles friends reading it. I know, I know — you can’t imagine what it would be like to have a three hour block of time to do anything by yourself, unless you had worked very hard to arrange child care and perhaps grew a detachable breast to leave with the caregiver. One of the compensations of having older children is that, if required, they can get themselves up and going without your help. Or, if not required to get up, some of them can sleep for astonishing numbers of hours through the day, but either way you can go outside and work in the yard without wondering if somebody inside is getting into dangerous chemicals or re-discovering fire.

Anyway, I didn’t come here to write about the blessings and cursings of older vs. younger children and how one looks back from a vantage point like mine and wonders how in the world Time, which seemed to be deliciously and occasionally frustratingly abundant when one’s children were small and clinging to one and asking for their Cheerios when one wanted to go outside JUST FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES and pull a few weeds without having to do it with one’s eyes darting in all directions to direct offspring away from life-threatening temptations, has raced away even though one has tried to savor and appreciate and absorb and now one can thoughtlessly, even carelessly, go out and work for three hours alone with one’s thoughts and know that, YES, it is WONDERFUL to do that and yet wish just a little bit that there was a high chair in her kitchen with soggy Cheerios on the tray. No, I didn’t come here to write about that.

I came to ask you to give me your favorite quotes about:

~Babies:

~Early Childhood:

~Reading/Books:

~School Years:

~Friendship:

~Siblings:

~Family:

~Dads/Granddads’ influence on a boy:

~Growing Up:

Thank you very much, and have a soggy Cheerio for me

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