|We have one more chapter left before we reach the place in the book |
where the movie will leave off.
I'm hoping to find a non-3D, early-in-the-day screening next weekend.
|Next in line to see Santa |
(he was the one who wanted to go this morning,
but he wouldn't have gone if she hadn't agreed to go with him)
|As they walked away, Santa said to Ander, "I like your hat."|
And Ander said, "Thank you. I like yours."
A good day.
A misty-moisty, scarf-and-hat, cracklin'-fire, fondue-eating, gift-making, doll-playing, out-loud-reading, just-the-four-of-us day.
Was this double-plus-cozy weekend marred by the talks we had to have -- separately, a day apart -- with Alexander and Aliza? Or was it oddly burnished? I'm not sure, but I certainly felt more present, more aware, and intensely grateful.
Also, horribly guilty at having to sap some of Aliza's innocence. But -- hopefully -- it is better coming from us than some kid whose parent let CNN run all weekend.
Alexander was solemn, and concerned about me. He is eleven. He has learned about the World Trade Center from Maira Kalman (and me), and a bit about the Holocaust from Harry Potter (and me). He knows there is bad bad stuff in the world, but he has Ideas about how to improve Things. He is a radical optimist, and he reminded me of this quote from Doctor Who:
The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.Aliza had lots and lots of questions (we tried to be vague, and she was having none of it), and admitted that the day went from feeling very happy to very sad. She is only jussssssst growing out of a pretty serious fear of hovering police helicopters, flashing police lights, and school lockdowns (a common occurrence when she was in kindergarten). The information we imparted today just gave form to all her amorphous worries. So.
So we spent a lot of time under quilts and wrapped around and intertwined with each other. And we talked and talked about how safe she is, how we will always always always be there to keep her safe and teach her how to keep herself safe. I'm not certain she believes us 100% (could she sense that I was mentally knocking on wood?).
She is sleeping in our bed right now.
I am so grateful to have her there.