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School’s out

School’s out, and Mythankfulboy has returned to his usual affable self.  Baseball has had its ups and downs, but he played several full games at second, and played well.  We had the annual beginning-of-summer talk in which I tell him that I did everything for him when he was little because he couldn’t do things himself, and during the school year and baseball season I do the lions’ share because of school and homework and sports, but that, during the summer, it’s time for him to kick in for me because my more-than-full-time job doesn’t go away and neither do baseball or the house.  We’re a few days in, and so-far-so-good.  When I get home from work he proudly gives me a list of the productive things he did, and I can count on him to do things I text him about during the day.   Blessed be.

He’s changing physically these days; he’s getting taller and taller and I find myself frequently stopping to be amazed at his wingspan.  He’s dedicated to fitness, and most days works out with weights and has baseball practice, and some days he adds a jog and time in his backyard batting cage.  He and his dad had plans for a daily 5:30am gym time, but so far they’ve only made one of three.  I think he looks more and more like his dad as he grows – something in the nose and the way his mouth curls when he starts to laugh.  While the range of what he eats hasn’t expanded much, he’s added protein shakes and fruit smoothies.  His hair is longer than it’s ever been (“It’s the style in sports, Mom”), and is curling around his ears and along his neck.  I told him I would be fine with it if he would stay on top of the beard and mustache whiskers.  Of course, it may mean the first year he won’t want to stop for a haircut in Portland on the way to Ferry Beach.  Sigh.  There will be no missing Ferry Beach, though, even though it could mean missing the end-of-the-season championship tournament.

The last several chalice lightings have included well-played baseball and good baseball weather.  We’ve also been thankful for school’s being out, and for Sonic ice cream.  It’s summer folks – life is good.

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Posted by on June 14, 2017 in Uncategorized


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A hit is not enough

Yesterday Mythankfulboy and I said hi and bye at 6:30 in the morning and then caught up after his baseball game around 8:00 in the evening. It was a long game – they usually play seven innings, but last night they played nine to try to break a tie, but never did.  B got to hit once, and got on base to be brought around to home plate but future batters.   It wasn’t enough playing time, though.  He is not first string, and would really like to be.  I see the beginnings of frustration – I am glad, at least, he is not resigned.

B had lots of energy when we got home, and I heard him hop online with his bestie from Ferry Beach, our UU summer camp.  He realized that J will have his driver’s license this year, so later, at the chalice lighting, he threatened that he and J would go play putt putt and have ice cream without their moms.  Oh, the rebelliousness of the teenage years.

Tonight he was thankful for his hits at the game. I was thankful for his friend J, and I realized how very much I am looking forward to being with our Ferry Beach peeps.

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Posted by on April 4, 2017 in Uncategorized


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I haven’t posted in July because we took our annual camp vacation to Ferry Beach (UU conference center in Maine) where we are relatively unplugged, because my computer refused to turn on upon my return, and because, when it was fixed, I had an injured thumb (healing, thanks). In terms of this blog, all of that was kinda okay, because something significant happened that I needed to process.

Mythankfulboy found out about

Here’s how it happened.  B got his first phone before we left.  We share an apple ID, so when he loaded all his stuff from his iPod, he happened to also load all the “notes” from my phone.  I often dictate posts into notes while driving to work, and he noticed one and read it.  Setting aside that he probably shouldn’t have read it when he knew it wasn’t his, he must have realized that it was a blog, and he searched and found it on the web.  He then mentioned it to a group of his peers at camp, and they read some of the posts.  He didn’t mention it to me.  I found out because, on the last day of camp, the kids in B’s youth group all signed pieces of paper for one another that said something nice in farewell.  After camp, we extended our vacation by going to a friend’s mountain house (thanks KS and JSH!)   Early in the extended portion of the trip KS found B’s paper in her car on our way out to breakfast (just she and me – the boys were still sleeping) so we took it in with us to see what his friends had said.  His friends had all called him “MTB”, and then one person wrote out “Mythankfulboy”, which made it clear that he, and they, knew about the blog, stopping my heart for a moment.  Reading further, someone included a quote from the blog.  My friend and I looked at each other in stunned silence.  My heart raced.  B knew, and he hadn’t told me he knew.

Fast forward to our return to the house to find the boys up and about.  Without planning, it, we nonchalantly separated them and found out what they knew.  J said that B had openly shared with friends, and that it was very personal.  B said the same, although I don’t know if he thought much about it being very personal.  I asked B if he had gotten teased, and he said a little bit, but that someone in the group had said that it was cool, and that he wished his mom loved him enough to write about him that way (I doubt this boy felt at all worried about how much his mom loved him – I think he was just saying that he understood that it was written in love).  B seemed fine with their reactions.  He said he hadn’t told me because he didn’t want me to stop writing, or to change what I wrote.  We both got tearful, and I knew we were okay.

So, now I start a new chapter of MTB (I love the new abbreviation), which is the chapter in which my 14-year-old boy may just read what I write in real time.  It changes the dynamic, although I’ll try not to let it.  Knowing B, he’ll probably get bored with the whole thing, it effectively being a re-hashing of what has already happened.  I suppose it remains to be seen, but I’ll keep you posted.  Literally.

During the blog’s hiatus, we continued to hold our evening thankfulness ritual, sometimes with a lit chalice and sometimes without.  Here are the things I remember that we said:

  • Our favorite hotel and pizza joint on the way to the beach
  • Our friends at Ferry Beach
  • Ferry Beach RE week and the conference center, itself
  • Finally being in the Senior Youth group
  • Sacred Seeing and its participants (a course KS and I taught for the first time at camp)
  • Vacation!
  • Our friends KS and JSH sharing their beautiful home with us and extending their vacation in order to do so
  • Friends who kept our dog while we were gone
  • RL and his family taking B on a family trip to a cabin
  • Movies in movie theaters
  • Batting cage
  • OR for pitching baseballs in the batting cage
  • Sleeping in
  • Mythankfulboy, now and always.



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Posted by on July 31, 2016 in Uncategorized


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A happy child

Baseball season is in high gear – B is playing on two teams, which is the result of two seasons, spring and summer, overlapping.  Very different teams and coaching, to boot.  He seems okay with the running around and the transitions.  The hardest part is making sure the correct pants and practice or game jersey is clean.  There are worse things.

We’ve had a wonderful visit from Grandaddy and Nini, and they are planning a return next month, to which we’re looking forward.  There were too many “thankful for Grandaddy and Nini” nights to count – before they got here, while they were here, and after they left.  I do remember one night, though, when B said “I’m thankful for all the things Grandaddy is building, and for Nini for being awesome.”  He saw the look on my face and quickly added, “Not that Grandaddy isn’t awesome.  He’s awesome, too!”

We also had a fantastic “crew” weekend of just the boys and moms, or at least some of them, at the beach, thanks to one set of grandparents who own a beautiful beach house.  Best Mother’s Day ever.  Precious people, precious time.  10 boys getting along beautifully.  Even 2 Mother’s Day serenades (sweet, yes; also quirky, but that’s our boys).  B and I were thankful for the trip and the people for days on end, and I found myself just yesterday telling B, a little tearfully, that I was thankful that he gave me new friends I didn’t know I needed.

Tonight we studied for a math test, and, for once, it wasn’t all that hard to decipher what was being taught (thank heavens for the internet and smart people who like to talk about math). B picked it up easily once we did a little of it together.  This left time to cut up, resulting in tickling, pinching, and wrestling, and he sorta fell off a chair at one point (I barely tapped him!)  When we lit the chalice tonight, he said he was thankful for me for explaining math to him.  I said I was thankful for how much we laugh, which can even make math fun.  He was clearly not ready to settle down, and he started doing a sound-switch technique he borrowed from his friend O, which involves swapping the first sound in two words or two syllables, so that “math test” becomes “tath mest”.  Once he started, I couldn’t shut him off, so I eventually kissed him loudly on the forehead and shouted goodnight over his verbal antics and laughter, and he continued until I couldn’t hear him anymore.

It is a blessing to have a happy child.

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Posted by on May 17, 2015 in Uncategorized


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We need one another

Baseball practice, shopping for baseball pants and cleats, registering for summer camps, Criminal Minds, and the chalice lighting.  The reading tonight, #468 from the gray hymnal:

We Need One Another by George E. Odell

We need one another when we mourn and would be comforted.

We need one another when we are in trouble and afraid.

We need one another when we are in despair, in temptation, and need to be recalled to our best selves again.

We need one another in the hour of success, when we look for someone to share our triumphs.

We need one another in the hour of defeat, when with encouragement we might endure, and stand again.

We need one another when we come to die, and would have gentle hands prepare us for the journey.

All our lives we are in need, and others are in need of us.

Mythankfulboy and I were both thankful for having registered for Ferry Beach, the magical Unitarian Universalist camp we attend each summer.  Then I brought us back to the chalice reading by saying I was very grateful that we have each other, and that we have very good friends, to whom we can turn to in “the hour of success” and when we “need to be recalled to our best selves again.”  B said, “We’re lucky we agree on just about everything.”  (I’m sure, though, he would have noted that we don’t always agree on number of hours spent gaming or on bedtime, had he thought about it.)

When he says things like that, I wonder how long he will feel that way, and what interesting, or difficult, moments may come when we don’t agree on everything.  B and I have some pretty amazing parent-teen and parent-young adult role models in our UU community, and they give me confidence that, agree or disagree, he and I will always be there for one another when push comes to shove.  Oh mercy, may it be so.

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Posted by on April 7, 2015 in Uncategorized


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Sparks galore

Tonight, while I waited for mythankfulboy to brush his teeth and examine the peach fuzz on his upper lip in the mirror before heading to bed, I sat down at the piano and played a few hymns from “the gray” Unitarian Universalist hymnal, “Singing the Living Tradition”.  When he was done, I flipped to the back to the chalice lightings, and thought I’d start with the first one and see where it led us.

#447  “At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person.  Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us.”  Albert Schweitzer

Bam! (as Rev Anne would say) Right off the bat – gratitude.  I read it as I lit our chalice.  B was surprised and gave me an inquisitive look.  “We’re trying something new tonight” I said in response, and asked “Who gives you a spark when your flame is low?”  “My momma”, he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.  “Ok, well, yeah – that’s my job.  Anybody else?”  “Yeah” he said. “Your momma and your daddy and Little J from Ferry Beach and Big J from Ferry Beach.”  I smiled.

[The moment was disrupted by the computer turning on by itself – we’ve had an electrical poltergeist kind of evening.  Our dryer wouldn’t turn on, but was getting electricity (maybe a switch went bad?).  B hit a switch for a light in the kitchen and the living room light turned on instead.  Later the same light switch worked fine.]

“Who lights your spark?” he asked.  I answered predictably. “Well, you are the light of my life, kiddo.  And my daddy has always done this for me.  And my friends from Ferry Beach, of course.”

[I wasn’t quite done, when the computer in B’s room went off.  B and I stared at it as it came back on again and stayed on.]

We said our goodnights, and I blew out the chalice as I left the room.  He called me back in. “Hey mom – look at this!”  A funky metal wind-up toy he’s had for, oh, 5 years, and has sat on the bureau beside his bed for, oh, 3 years, was glowing.  We’d never seen it do that before.  Maybe it did it every night and we’d never noticed it before, or maybe it was just tonight.  I didn’t realize until I sat down to write this entry that all the electrical and glowing craziness went hand-in-hand with a chalice lighting that asked who provides the spark to rekindle our inner flame.

Perhaps I should listen.

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Posted by on March 16, 2015 in Uncategorized


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FB squared

Tonight, at our evening chalice lighting, B remained thankful for the new shoes mentioned in my last post. I was thankful to be getting to know someone from our UU summer camp, Ferry Beach (FB), better through Facebook ((FB) this year.  Life is good.  

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Posted by on January 9, 2014 in Uncategorized


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