Today the 5 yr old “C” was talking about Pockets (our dog). She loves to imagine that Pockets has a mom and a dad and brothers and sisters dogs that she really misses.
C then went on to say that I am Pockets’ mom now and that I can give her milk (from my breasts).
Yeah, so that was my Tuesday.
Perhaps I’m too busy laughing off the ribbing I get from friends and family, but for me age-awareness-induced anxiety has not overcome me on my birthdays. Usually that sort of anxiety is brought on when I find out the year my interns were born… You were born AFTER Kurt Cobain died?! STILL, what…
A fine tribute to a good OLD friend morrowplanet.
I have known good Mr. “Old” Morrow since we were spritely 18 year olds. We bonded initially over being Chicago suburbanites at a Wisconsin liberal arts college (although so was over half of the incoming freshman) but then a true friendship bloomed over watching Three’s Company in the 609 dorm. That freshman year has taken on magical proportions in my mind but somethings are still so vivid it is like they just happened yesterday. (Mike knows exactly what I am talking about here).
I am honored and blessed to call Mike a dear friend. And old. Let’s not forget that he is really really REALLY old.
Love ya, man.
5 yr old discovers that our puppy, Pockets, had chewed her coloring book. She immediately goes up to the dog, looks down at her and shakes her fist.
"I’m mad at you, Pockets. So mad at you." Stomps feet. Shakes fist.
Gets shaker from toy bin to shake in dog’s face. Dog cowers away.
When Genevieve Liu lost her dad, pediatric surgeon Donald Liu, she immediately knew she needed to help other kids who suffered a similar loss.
I so wish this was an option when my father passed away 30 years ago.
The end result is the same - loss of a parent when young - but the resources to get support and help are so much better now.