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You learn to appreciate the small victories in parenting.
Fudge, bedside, 3 a.m.: “Mama, I threw up.”
Me: “In the bed?”
Fudge: “No, near it.”
Me: “Okay, good job.”

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Michelangelo does Potter.

Michelangelo does Potter.

Uncle Jonathan.

Uncle Jonathan.

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When we left the hospital, the middle-aged nurse leaned in close over the wheelchair and stage-whispered, “You think you love him now — just you wait!” I now realize this was elliptical, and she suppressed a grin wheeling our empty chair back through the motion-sensored glass doors, silently adding, “…until you find yourself standing in his room, veins bulging, screaming, ‘NO! Get up NOW! Your room smells of stinking feet and SEDENTARY LIFESTYLE!!!’ “

Locking our front door, shaking my head at the absurdity of heading to a grocery at 8:30 p.m. to buy organic canned pumpkin for a dog who can’t shit, I nearly stumble over this letter, drying on the front porch:
"Dear Me. when you get this note you will be 20 congrats you might be wondering who is wrighting this But it is only Me or well you  1 thing i would like to say is wow i servived! So how is life Now at the age of 20 whats your job or do i even have 1? well if i do fill it in here _____  right now i am in peter and Dans class at the Paideia School Atl, GA  Whats your favert color? Mines Blue fill yours in here _____ you Might Be asking your self why is this So Messy well a am fether and ink or is it called a Quill and ink Well i D.K.  But at this point my Bffs are Mary lowans, Lylah Bannester, and Sophie EScabado. Who are yours ____,___,_and-______"
I cried, squatting there on the porch, at how quickly I’m ignoring, and hollering, and shooing, and shitting this all away. And I wrote a letter in my head I’ll try so hard to keep there:
"Dear 20-yr-old Sadie,
When you were 11, you were Magic. You might be asking yourself why I didn’t remember it every second of every day —well, I wish I had. But I am only Me. And I will love you at 11, and 20, and 50, and 400, with the fervor (but alas, not the talent) of a blousy-shirted poet, dipping quill to ink as stool scrapes to desk, hurrying so as to capture this love in words, before it blots into memory, and bleeds into life.”

Locking our front door, shaking my head at the absurdity of heading to a grocery at 8:30 p.m. to buy organic canned pumpkin for a dog who can’t shit, I nearly stumble over this letter, drying on the front porch:

"Dear Me. when you get this note you will be 20 congrats you might be wondering who is wrighting this But it is only Me or well you  1 thing i would like to say is wow i servived! So how is life Now at the age of 20 whats your job or do i even have 1? well if i do fill it in here _____  right now i am in peter and Dans class at the Paideia School Atl, GA  Whats your favert color? Mines Blue fill yours in here _____ you Might Be asking your self why is this So Messy well a am fether and ink or is it called a Quill and ink Well i D.K.  But at this point my Bffs are Mary lowans, Lylah Bannester, and Sophie EScabado. Who are yours ____,___,_and-______"

I cried, squatting there on the porch, at how quickly I’m ignoring, and hollering, and shooing, and shitting this all away. And I wrote a letter in my head I’ll try so hard to keep there:

"Dear 20-yr-old Sadie,

When you were 11, you were Magic. You might be asking yourself why I didn’t remember it every second of every day —well, I wish I had. But I am only Me. And I will love you at 11, and 20, and 50, and 400, with the fervor (but alas, not the talent) of a blousy-shirted poet, dipping quill to ink as stool scrapes to desk, hurrying so as to capture this love in words, before it blots into memory, and bleeds into life.”

I was kinda bummed when Sadie asked to buy a makeup kit w/her own money. How did I not know Sadie would always be Sadie?

I was kinda bummed when Sadie asked to buy a makeup kit w/her own money. How did I not know Sadie would always be Sadie?