John Michael once wore the worn-out edge of his favorite blanket tied around his head like a sweat band with a tail. And I let him. We went to someone’s house for something – just an errand of some sort, and an older boy asked him why he was wearing that. John Michael couldn’t really answer. But as we drove away from that house, I saw in the rear-view mirror
We all know my passion for finding the mundane, meaningful. But this might very well be the greatest stretch of that talent yet. My attachment to breakfast cereal. It started when I was pregnant with John Michael. Breakfast cereal wasn’t so much a craving as it was for some reason the only thing I felt I could stomach. Sometimes three times a day. Usually Fruit Loops if I remember correctly.
So this morning I was putting on my mascara and deliberately closed my mouth. I do the same thing with blush, never smiling as I apply it. And I’m a work-at-home mom who refuses to wear sweat pants or pajama bottoms EVER. Why do I do these things? In case it’s not obvious, the technical reason I do them is to be different, to avoid embodying a cliche. A friend