Sunday, March 29, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
A yard of boys, roughly the same size, wearing jeans with blown knees, competing t-shirts—race cars, robots, trains and super heros.
They descend on one another in a cloud of dust, forming a nucleus at the base of the play structure. They growl, they hiss, they start to howl. Three run up the steps and down the slide, tumbling one on top of the other and landing in a heap.
The mass of boys huddle close, cock their heads, raise their fists, until there is no distinguishing one from the other. They are a massive tussle, fists flying, tiny bodies piling up.
"Ugh – Oof – Hah!'
Their bodies start to fall a part, mothers / teachers intervene, prying open little hands, tufts of hair released... little boys, recently babies, sobbing from this sudden change of fate.
Time outs are held, apologies commanded, truces formed and promises of friendship executed – some denied.
Surprised by their power, shocked by their strength, they pair off and spread out across the yard.
Their whispers and dialogue fill the play ground:
"That was scary!"
"He was sad."
"The boy with the robot shirt won't be my friend."
"Yeah - It happens."
"Come ON! Let's GO!"
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
The boys were in dance class and I was sitting in the waiting room visiting with one of the grandmothers. I glanced up at the t.v. monitor that allows us to spy on our dancers and saw Tizzy embracing the woman's granddaughter. At the time I didn't think much of it and we resumed our conversation.
After class, the children came out and started putting on their shoes. While pulling on his socks, Tizzy looked over at the little girl, then back at me and said, "Mama, I love her."
"Aha. I noticed you hugging her during class." I replied.
"Yes," he said dreamily.
His teacher looked up from her computer at the front desk and said, "Those two were having quite the lovefest. They were hugging and kissing... I finally had to break them up to keep them from distracting the rest of the class."
With that, the two stood up, met in the middle of the room and gently caressed each other's shoulders.
Head tilted to one side, she whispered sweetly into T's ear, "I really like you."
He leaned tenderly back toward her and replied, "I really like you too." and kissed her cheek.
At lunch that afternoon I said, "So, it seems that you and that little girl in class really like each other."
"Oh Mama." Tizzy cried, "I love her! – What's her name?"
"Her name is Gigi."
"Gigi." he repeated, "Mama, she had on a shirt that said LOVE."
"Apparently he's quite impressionable." Brad concluded when I was telling him about it later that day.
The following week when we arrived at class the grandmother pulled me aside.
"I have something funny to tell you." She said. "Last week, after class, Gigi's brother greeted her with a hug and a kiss. 'Oh, you don't have to do that.' Gigi told him. 'My boyfriend already hugged and kissed me today."
Monday, March 2, 2009
T singing in the back seat of the car:
Oh, I knew a farmer and he had a dog and Cinco was his name- O,
And Cinco was his name-O!!!
Repeat a dozen and a half times.