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Nov. 10, 2013, at 2:29am
I fully expected to spend this decade in a state of bitterly nostalgic melancholy. I had planned to squander it sitting helplessly by as my babies all got older, lamenting my inability to make them stop.
I’ve been happily surprised to find it hasn’t been like that at all (or only occasionally).
Maybe I speak too soon: my youngest is only five, still happy to sit on my lap and listen to “Big Y, little y, yawning yellow yak. Young Yolanda Yorgensen is yelling on his back.” I reserve the right to eat my words when the day comes that he’s too cool for such things.
But I find myself unexpectedly content to be enjoying my eight children right now, precisely at their present ages. It’s not …continue reading
Jul. 15, 2012, at 1:06am
When I was very, very little, my beloved grandparents, Nana and Uncle Lenny (his real name was Louis, and he did eventually resign himself to being “old enough to be a grandpa”) gave me and my sister Abby a delightful present, which I am about to criticize.
Now, to say I have nothing against Dr. Seuss would be an understatement. He was so central a part of the family Weltanschauung that when my sister Sarah’s teacher once instructed her to design a family crest, he was included. (So were Groucho Marx and a bagel, but my other sister, Simcha Fisher, tells it better here.)
We loved My Book About Me, which was designed as a kind of treasury of memories by, for, and about the child. We …continue reading