June 2009 Archives
Hubby was just telling me about how he wanted to get a Farrah Fawcett poster when he was a boy in New Jersey, and how sad he felt for her and her family when news of Michael Jackson's passing flashed onscreen in Yahoo.
My sister also called with the news. My brother-in-law, who is half African American, texted everyone about how MJ was his idol and inspiration. Since I was more into New Wave music during Jackson's heyday, the news, while shocking, merely sent me into reporter mode.
That didn't stop us from catching the flurry of TV newscasts during dinner, though, which we allowed Firstborn Son to watch (switching channels every time the molestation charges part of the story came out.)
"Do you know who Michael Jackson is, sweetie?" I asked my 7-year-old.
"Doesn't he play basketball?" came the reply.
"No, you mean Michael JORDAN," his dad patiently said.
"Oh, sorry."
And out our boy went to play with his little brother.
My sister also called with the news. My brother-in-law, who is half African American, texted everyone about how MJ was his idol and inspiration. Since I was more into New Wave music during Jackson's heyday, the news, while shocking, merely sent me into reporter mode.
That didn't stop us from catching the flurry of TV newscasts during dinner, though, which we allowed Firstborn Son to watch (switching channels every time the molestation charges part of the story came out.)
"Do you know who Michael Jackson is, sweetie?" I asked my 7-year-old.
"Doesn't he play basketball?" came the reply.
"No, you mean Michael JORDAN," his dad patiently said.
"Oh, sorry."
And out our boy went to play with his little brother.
I wish I can sit down and think about all the ways I will explain the mysteries of life to my boys. Today, Wonder Boy came to report that the hermit crab in our aquarium wasn't moving. Could I please feed it?
I dropped some fish flakes in, all the time thinking of the best way to explain death and dying to a four-year-old.
Our yellow fish darted back and forth eating the flakes while poor Crabby lay sideways at the bottom of the tank.
"Maybe he's just resting," I suggested.
"No, Mom," Wonder Boy retorted. "I think he's dead."
Ahhh, what was that about our kids teaching us?
I dropped some fish flakes in, all the time thinking of the best way to explain death and dying to a four-year-old.
Our yellow fish darted back and forth eating the flakes while poor Crabby lay sideways at the bottom of the tank.
"Maybe he's just resting," I suggested.
"No, Mom," Wonder Boy retorted. "I think he's dead."
Ahhh, what was that about our kids teaching us?
Wonder Boy asked for his favorite lunch today: miso soup and rice, with extra tofu.
After I served it to him, he sat down on the floor and did his happy dance, shaking his bottom from side to side and jiggling his head from shoulder to shoulder.
"I am so happy I have to dance," he proclaimed.
May you have many reasons to dance today, even if its just for the blessing of a hot bowl of soup.
After I served it to him, he sat down on the floor and did his happy dance, shaking his bottom from side to side and jiggling his head from shoulder to shoulder.
"I am so happy I have to dance," he proclaimed.
May you have many reasons to dance today, even if its just for the blessing of a hot bowl of soup.
