Oh, how I hate to wait. Hate. It. And I am so bad at it. So very, very bad. My parents taught me that in life you don’t get everything you want, right when you want it, but I think it’s something I never learned. I. WANT. IT. NOW. As I am getting older I…
Author: Zsofia McMullin
Flight
I am keeping up with the Essay-a-Day challenge, I promise. Yesterday’s essay happened in a notebook after a large glass of wine and before a very long overnight flight, so it’s not exactly ready for public consumption. Like, ever. But now I am sitting in my hotel room in Germany, looking over rooftops and trees…
Sturmfrei
Sturmfrei (adj.) Origin: Germany Lit. “stormfree”; the freedom of not being watched by a parent or superior; being alone at a place and having the ability to do what you want Well, it’s not my parents or “superiors” that watch me, but still, I will be without supervision next week and wow, I am…
Nightmare
Last night Sam had a nightmare. It’s been a while since he had one — maybe since the winter. For a while he was getting them regularly, thanks to whatever crazy developmental stuff was going on in his little head. But the past few months have been uneventful when it came to his sleep. It’s…
I Let/Don’t Let my Children Play with Toy Guns
I bought my son his first gun when he was barely two years old. It was the first summer that he could walk and he was also really into bubbles. I came across a clear plastic bubble-maker with colorful tubes and wheels inside, and I remember being so excited to bring it home and fill…
I’m letting my son be in love
My son and I are on our way home from preschool when he breaks the news: He is in love. Miss A is a new teacher at his school. She is young, tall, and beautiful and works over at the “baby room.” But he saw her enough on the playground to know that she is…
Melancholy
It is fitting that October would start out this way. I was hoping for a rainy day because I had enough of the half-warm, half-cool, humid days of September. I wanted sweaters and jeans and shoes — but no socks until November. That’s a rule. I was always — and assume will always be —…
I’ve Never Gone Through a Breakup (And I Wish I Had)
I’ve never gone through a breakup with a boyfriend. I’ve had a few of them — five, to be exact. The sixth guy I dated ended up being my husband. But I’ve never had a breakup, not a real one, not one where you both decide that things are not working out, or where one…
To red shirt or not — one mother’s decision process
One more year. I have one more year. Until about six months ago we lived in Maine where the birthday cutoff is October 15. My son was born on December 31, so I was watching other parents around me agonize over the kindergarten decision with a smug look on my face. And then we moved…
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