friday haiku

soft white satin moth

just dust with wings and belly

pressing toward the light

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spoons in ice cream pints
junk TV, feet on table
stay home day fifty

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oh yellow tulip
your dainty mouth yawns wide
to lift downcast hearts

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geese still congregate
fall into formation and
blissfully fly on

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evening air heavy
with lilac, honeysuckle
top cocktail of spring

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the germination
of a seed, never ceases
to be a wonder

friday haiku (and a happy birthday)

fourteen years ago
this sweet face changed everything
hearts split wide open

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A couple years ago we had all of our old camcorder tapes put onto DVD so we could finally sit down and watch the hours of video we shot when Liam was little. Some of my favorite footage is of 3-year-old Liam serenading his months-old brother with a little red Gibson Flying V electric guitar plugged into an amp. Liam is strumming away with full intensity and no melody whatsoever, sing-shouting about gorillas and ham sandwiches.

We've joked about sending the footage to America's Funniest Home Videos, but undoubtedly no one else would find it as endearingly hilarious as we do. As the mom of this intensely passionate and creative boy, watching the video always puts a lump in my throat. How did I get such a crazy-cool kid?

Today this little firecracker continues to amaze me. He still puts that same intensity into his guitar practice, but the sounds coming out are whole lot more melodic. He spends a couple hours a week glued to the piano bench, draws with exquisite precision, flips seemingly effortlessly on the trampoline and blows us all away in his understanding of mathematical concepts and theories. But he's not one to tout his abilities. Although at first glance the videos of Liam at 3 years old may have told a different story, this boy has never been one for the spotlight. He's not a performer. He just does what he loves.

Because his baby brother has had developmental and medical needs that have taken a lot of time and emotional energy, Liam hasn't always gotten his fair share of attention and probably shoulders more responsibility than most kids his age. Sometimes it kind of sucks. But the quiet compassion and insight he shows seems pretty uncommon in boys his age.

I'm so grateful for this kid. His kind heart, resiliency and wisdom beyond his years. These are the qualities that truly amaze me. Happy birthday to my little rockstar. I suspect you'll put a lump in my throat forever.

friday haiku

the thing with feathers
perched in a love note to a friend
when no words will do

friday haiku (and some thoughts on Elliott)

Having a good day?
How is your family doing?
Love he shows strangers

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I haven't encountered many 10-year-olds with a more generous heart and empathetic nature, especially around strangers and animals. One moment that really stands out from our recent family trip to Edinburgh was on the last day in the late afternoon when we were checking out of a store.

Elliott studied the cashier and then said, "How are you doing? Have you had a long day?"

The shopkeeper was a little taken aback but responded in a lovely Scottish brogue, "Well, my little has been keeping me up a wee bit at night. Makes for a long day."

Elliott nodded, looked her right in the eye and said earnestly, "How is your family doing?"

"Why, very well, thank you," the shopkeeper laughed. "What a kind young man you are."

It's so true. He annoys the heck out of his brother and can be stubborn as all get out at home, but he's always the first to say "hello," greeting passersby in the street, showing an interest in the lives of others, picking up on the moods and struggles of strangers. Partly I think he's just hyper-observant. (Favorite line of the trip was when he leaned into me while walking down a crowded street and said quietly, "So, when I grow up, I can smoke?" Clearly he had observed that only adults were smoking!)

Elliott has always been an enigma. He processes academic information with a significant delay. He has trouble distilling the "why" of a given situation. He goes blank when asked to parrot back the details of a story he's been told. But he surprises everyone with his keen pitch and rhythm. His penmanship and eye for detail in coloring and drawing are praiseworthy. He blows his brother out of the water playing video games. He can read upside down. I have no idea what any of this means.

I do know that he also genuinely loves interacting with people. I used to think it was his way of connecting and trying out his verbal skills. I now see something deeper. Elliott seems to innately recognize one of the greatest lessons my mom taught me: "Everyone has a sign over their head that says, 'Make me feel important.'"

I think about this adage often and try to act on it. No one taught it to my son. It appears that he was just born knowing it.

friday haiku

set up the hammock
budding branches, bird songs, sun
a tease: snow again

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beautiful lake view
brought to you by gravity
and a propeller

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this terrible life

heart-stoppingly beautiful

unthinkably sad

....

One of my dearest friends in the world lost her 17-year-old daughter in a car accident yesterday. I've known beautiful Sarah since she was born. There are no words. 

Keep looking for the beauty. Take every opportunity to love your people. Reach out. Hug.

friday haiku

listen how silent
the neighborhood scarcely breathes
when the snowflakes fall

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6 pm commute

February 2—what joy!
sky now lighter blue

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why the demand for

God's identity papers?
dawn should be enough

(Thanks to Mary Oliver for the inspiration.)

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question of the month

"mom, does the moon have a brain?"
i love how he thinks

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bucket of roses

like a desert oasis
in January

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we heard them coming

black specks then taut white bellies
a gaggle of wings

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in February
dollar fifty daffodils
are the world's best buy

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If you missed it, I wrote a Tribune column yesterday about our special boy.

friday haiku

long walk from the park
fingers numb, cheeks red, bone cold
sky was glorious