Wednesday, January 21, 2009


Sometimes I forget I bought a membership to the Pacific Science Center.

Sometimes I forget that as a home schooler, I can go in the middle of the day in the middle of the week in the middle of January and the place will be empty.

Sometimes I forget to take time to listen to the poetry Emma writes (that she can easily read to me while I drive).

Sometimes I forget how spectacular it is to soar over the Ship Canal Bridge when the sun is shining.

Sometimes I forget how funny Braeden is.

Sometimes I forget how Mark's enthusiasm and energy can be contagious and pull me along if I let them.

Sometimes I forget how truly wonderful it is to walk amidst tropical butterflies.

Sometimes I forget how much I like watching millipedes and centipedes and how they remind me of one of my favorite stories from childhood, James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl (whom I told my classmates I was related to...a lie) and how funny it was to me that the centipede had to put on all of his boots.

Sometimes I forget how small the earth is compared to Jupiter and the Sun.

Sometimes I forget how small I am compared to the earth.

Sometimes I forget how small Braeden isn't when I tell him I won't pay for him to ride the motion simulator at the Pacific Science Center and he pulls money out of his pocket and goes anyway. And buys Mark a ticket too. (Emma didn't want to go.)

Sometimes I forget what it's like to enjoy my children all afternoon.

Sometimes I forget how fun it is to sit on the floor with Mark and construct giant bugs.

Sometimes I forget how much better Adam makes my life. Every day.

Sometimes I forget what it's like to not have my shoulders hunched up from stress at the end of the day.

Sometimes I forget that pasta with browned butter and mizithra cheese from the Old Spaghetti Factory is probably what the Greek gods called ambrosia on the top of Mount Olympus.

Sometimes I forget that it's more pleasant to put a kids' cd in the cd player, turn it up really loud and sing along on the ride home rather than try to listen to multiple children talk to me at once.

Sometimes I don't forget though.

Sometimes I remember.

1 comment:

Jennifer said...

How great! I want to go.


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