The Fankhauser Family poses for the Eddie Bauer catalog.
Today marks the ninth anniversary of the day my mother passed away. It’s strange to think that it’s been that long; so many things have changed since then. We moved and became homeowners, had a second child, I lost my job and am now back in school full-time. So many things that she was not a part of, and that’s just in my life. My sisters and brother, cousins, aunts, uncles and friends — we’ve all had to go on without her.
Someone — I don’t remember who or when — told me after Mom died that the grief doesn’t lessen with time, it’s just that the moments of grief get farther apart. Whoever said that was right. In those first few months after she passed away, those grief moments came barreling at me from all sides, often surprising me with how they made their way in. The obvious moments, of course, like tucking in Chester at night with the quilt that she made, finding cards or letters or pictures from years before — all of those moments brought what seemed would be unending waves of sadness and anger and frustration.
But there were also the moments that didn’t make sense, like a commercial or an offhand remark overheard at work that had nothing to do with anything.
By popular demand (mine), another installment of Things I Never Thought I’d Say As A Parent:
No, I really don’t want to see how slowly you can climb up the stairs.
Hi, internet. It’s been a long time. It’s not you, it’s me. Been a bit distracted, not as motivated to write, and certainly not spending as much time in front of the computer as I did when I was working.
I’m not going to make any promises about whether this is a return to blogging, but we’ll see. This one was just too good to pass up.
So here is another of those things I never thought I’d say as a parent, but it came out of my mouth today anyway:
“Get your frog out of your pants.”
One game the boys play, as do most children, is “house.” I haven’t figured this one out, though, because it usually consists of them playing cars, legos, etc.; they stop in the middle of whatever they are doing, one of them declares, “Let’s play house!”, they pick roles and then they just go right back to whatever they were doing. So I’m not sure what the actual game is, but they seem to enjoy themselves.
The Wise One overheard this exchange a couple of weeks ago:
Peanut: “Chester, let’s play house!”
Chester: “OK. I’ll be the father.”
Peanut: “OK. . . . I’ll be the Holy Spirit!”
“Huh. I didn’t know you had a lizard collection.”
As promised in an earlier post, here’s the first round of songs that have been copied onto Peanut’s “iPod.” There are some glaring omissions (no Stevie Wonder yet), and I have many to add based on your suggestions, but I wanted to share the first round.
Leave a comment if this list brings any other songs to mind, or if there’s anything with lyrics I may have forgotten or misunderstood.
“Your mother just burped really loud, right in your ear, and you didn’t even show her any appreciation.”