Where do Mom cards go? Glittery, magic rainbows Buried, lost, forgotten? It happened again. Sorting book donations for Darien Book Aid, I discovered an exuberant card made with all the passionate love of a three-year old. At the bottom of a tired cardboard box filled with battered textbooks, current bestsellers, and heavily highlighted classics, it… Continue reading Glittered Love Notes
Mrs. Babson’s classroom was paradise. Large, sturdy easels offered huge pads of white paper. Brushes, sponges, and paper towels lined the low shelves. Tins of watercolors were stacked alongside big squirt bottles of paint. Jars were stuffed with colored pencils, rulers, and pencils. In the corner was a water table with plastic aprons, buckets, and… Continue reading Make Your Own Purple
Small boy on train shrieks: Wheels go faster, faster! Look! We look and we see… Kneeling on the seat for a good view out the window, the young boy declared his constant joy, the inconceivable thrill of riding a commuter train to New York City. Every sight, every sound was a precious wonder gasped… Continue reading Best Ride Ever!
Camper to parents: Making friends, having good time Send snacks. Miss the dog. Written under duress, this is the shortest letter that the little girl was permitted to send. The letter home reward was a popsicle — she hoped that she got a red one, which you could get only if you were the first kid to… Continue reading Letter Home
She points to our toes Then to her buckled sandals — Paint her toenails pink! Smart, active toddler is speedy, decisive in where she goes and what she wants. At a bridal shower, she plopped down onto the floor, pointing from one set of polished toes to another. Guesses were laughed over what she was… Continue reading Young Poems
Boy clutches toy duck Man and child hurtle To sand castle moat Yesterday morning was brilliant sun, fresh breeze, proud puffy clouds against azure blue sky. The man and his toddler flew down the road on a bike with the child’s seat set just behind the handlebars, for clear view and protective hold. Helmeted… Continue reading To the Beach!
I was eight. My classmates were reading their creative stories out loud. Standing at the front of the class, the child read their words until another student caught a mistake in grammar, wording, or story logic. Most kids managed to stammer a few sentences before arms flew up, errors were identified, and Sister Mary Agnes… Continue reading Coming Around Again