I can tell we are out of survival mode lately. How? Well, the living room is tidy, Darryl’s doing yard work and I can actually focus on things my children are saying. I daily wonder at their lives, stories, and sayings. It is such a blessing to be a mother and I’m so grateful for these little ones. 

Evie benefiting from Calvin's therapy play ;0

Me: I love you Evie.


Evie: I like you too, mom. Sigh.

Me: A little bit or a lot?

Evie: Well, a little bit. Because you know, of the spankings and stuff (voice trails off here)


Evie: Mom, I don’t want to have another baby.

Me: OK. Do you mean when you’re a mommy?

Evie: No, I mean us, the Dederts.

Me: Really? But you love Calvin. I thought you loved babies.

Evie: Well, I really don’t like him much, not very much.

Me: Why not?

Evie: Because of the whining and crying, you know (voice trails off again)


Bedtime chats

Evie: I just want to talk, like we’re older.

Me: Ok, what do you want to talk about?

Evie: Why do I always have to be the youngest.  I want to be older, older, older like Sophie.

Me: Why?

Evie: Because every body is the boss of me and I’m the boss of nobody.


Evie: What will you be when I’m a grandma?

Me: Dead. At least my body will be.

Evie: What? Why will you die?

Me: We only live a short while, our bodies cannot live forever. Our souls do.

Evie: (clearly uncomfortable with this topic) Aaah, mom, I don’t want to talk about bodies, bodies, bodies.

Me: Okay then.

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