Grown children are strange things. I miss when they were tiny. When they wore Powerpuff Girls costumes to bed, asked a billion questions that made me rethink the universe and wanted star-shaped sandwiches to go with their starfruit slices. But then again, it's nice not to have so much peanut butter in my hair, to be able to fully relax without listening for that eerie quiet that meant trouble, to be able to have real glass in the house, and not to have seventy thousand activities to drive them around to. So, I guess it's a mixed bag.

Aug 2, 2017 at 2:12 PM
Grown children are strange things. I miss when they were tiny. When they wore Powerpuff Girls costumes to bed, asked a billion questions that made me rethink the universe and wanted star-shaped sandwiches to go with their starfruit slices. But then again, it's nice not to have so much peanut butter in my hair, to be able to fully relax without listening for that eerie quiet that meant trouble, to be able to have real glass in the house, and not to have seventy thousand activities to drive them around to. So, I guess it's a mixed bag.
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