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So yesterday I texted Phillip and asked him to bring me a donut on the way home from work. What I got instead was 1.) Sushi from my favorit...
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1. arrive to the airport on time 2. weight your luggage before hand 3. bring snacks and drinks for the plane 4. DON'T LOSE YOUR WALLET 2...
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Recently Phillip and I have had a run of bad luck when it comes to movies. The two most notably bad ones being "No country for old men...
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Ok, you told me last night that you wanted people to comment on your poetry (you little narcissist...), so here I go.
I love this one. I love how this poem not only describes the physical characteristics that our little boy inherited from you, but also your personal struggles. I like the way you paint the picture that he manifests the trait, but the trait is really yours.
He "verbs" your "noun", if you will.
That concept in and of itself makes the poem good, but what I think makes the poem special is the way you weave both your shared negatives as well as your shared hopes.
"fit my anger" - his little tantrums are physical representations of the anger that you have in your own heart (but are too mature and "godly" to express).
"race my win" - As his mommy, so many of your hopes for your own fulfillment are bound up in his success or failure in the race of life. He's not just running his own race, but since he has taken the baton from you, he is also running your race. The choice of the word "win" is significant, because it is so full of hope and faith.
"You lack my wisdom / I lack your joy."
Our little boys have taught us more than we can ever teach them, and I'm so glad they have your as a mommy.
Hey, I just discovered your blog from Kate. I absolutely loved this poem. Things like this are just better said with poetry. You touched my heart with this one.
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