Jacob spoke first.
“I want to know if my hair is just like yours,” he told Mr. Obama, but so quietly that the president asked him to speak again.
Jacob did, and Mr. Obama replied, “Why don’t you touch it and see for yourself?” He brought his head level with Jacob, who hesitated.
“Touch it, dude!” Mr. Obama said.
As Jacob, who was 5, patted the presidential crown, Mr. Souza snapped.
“So, what do you think?” Mr. Obama asked.
Love.
The thing they don’t tell you about grieving is heartbreaking: you never get over it, you just get through it.
You will always miss that person. Things like a graduation ceremony without them here, it seems almost unbearable. You will ache for them to be here. To share a knowing wink and smile along with a hug for the recognition of having raised such a stand-up kid…but you will never get the chance. You are left with yourself and moments like this, wishing, hoping, trading virtually anything within your power to get them back even for one more day.
Years have passed and that admission only makes me feel worse because to me it could be days. I feel it all, like it happened only yesterday. I see her face and hear her voice and remember her favourite things and stuff that pissed her off and how she walked a lot and was always reading something and interested in medicine and suffered from migraines and had issues with laundry and never took her car to the gas station and loved her cottage and a good drink and laughed so hard she would choke on her giggles and enjoyed children and making a mess and loved a good party and spent money on gifts with reckless abandon and loved her son so much that she did everything within her power to stay here with him as long as was humanly possible.
I remember everything.
The thing they don’t tell you about grieving is heartbreaking: you never get over it, you just get through it.
You will always miss that person. Things like a graduation ceremony without them here, it seems almost unbearable. You will ache for them to be here. To share a knowing wink and smile along with a hug for the recognition of having raised such a stand-up kid…but you will never get the chance. You are left with yourself and moments like this, wishing, hoping, trading virtually anything within your power to get them back even for one more day.
Years have passed and that admission only makes me feel worse because to me it could be days. I feel it all, like it happened only yesterday. I see her face and hear her voice and remember her favourite things and stuff that pissed her off and how she walked a lot and was always reading something and interested in medicine and suffered from migraines and had issues with laundry and never took her car to the gas station and loved her cottage and a good drink and laughed so hard she would choke on her giggles and enjoyed children and making a mess and loved a good party and spent money on gifts with reckless abandon and loved her son so much that she did everything within her power to stay here with him as long as was humanly possible.
I remember everything.
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In a colorful memo to her parents, one little girl threatens to make mom and dad’s lives a little less than pleasant if they opt to use password protection on their home computer.
Reddit user surprisemailbox posted the photo to the website, explaining that a friend’s little sister had left the message next to her parents computer.
tiny terror wins.
“And Time, don’t get me wrong: I understand you have to do what it takes to sell magazines. And it’s a good cover. But if you wanted a great cover, you would’ve Photoshopped out the chair.”
it!— SETH MEYERS, Weekend Update
Happy Mother’s Day!
Wow.In the U.S., police fired 90 shots at one unarmed man in Los Angeles.
All the crap you read in magazines about honesty, sense of humor, communication, sensitivity, date nights, couples weekends, blah blah blah can be trumped by one word: loyalty. You and your spouse are a team of two. It is you against the world. No one else is allowed on the team, and no one else will ever understand the team’s rules. This is okay. The team is not adversarial, the team does not tear its members down, the team does not sabotage the team’s success. Teammates work constantly to help and better their teammates. Loyalty means you put the other person in your marriage first all the time, and you let them put you first. Loyalty means subverting your whims or desires of the moment to better meet your spouse’s whims or desires, with the full understanding and expectation that they will be doing the same. This is the heart of everything, and it is a tricky balance. Sometimes it sways one way and sometimes the other. Sometimes he gets to be crazy, sometimes it’s your turn. Sometimes she’s in the spotlight, sometimes you. Ups and downs ultimately don’t matter, because the team endures.
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Thinking about Wild Things and Maurice Sendak this morning having just heard he’s passed. Did anyone Colbert’s interview with him? Do yourself a favour and google that thing. It is brilliant.
Sendak didn’t romanticize childhood. He understood it to be fraught with the same emotional monsters encountered during our adult years, yet made even more frightening since as small people, we lack the experience to put it all in perspective. Childhood is a fucking scary place to occupy.
My daughter confessed to me last night that she writes notes when she’s mad. Stuff like: i hate my mom.She was so torn up, crying and begging forgiveness, when all I could do was applaud her emotional honesty. I told her that was a great way to deal with feelings. Get them out. Don’t let them fester inside you and eat away. I explained that it was very healthy and she was doing a good thing. She laughed and we hugged and moved on.
I know she will write much more about me in her lifetime; at times wishing a truck hits me, other times wishing she could live with me forever. Both are equally valid. I’m just glad she writes. Maybe her wild things are being given the chance to run amok - I sure hope so. Because now is the time. Because childhoods are short but if lived right they are wild and wonderful.
#Maurice sendak #RIP
