Revision: British for Studying

A short reminder text Hank sent from school. This boy.

A short reminder text Hank sent from school.



Me: (internally panicked that I have forgotten something) Tomorrow? What’s so exciting about tomorrow?

Hank: (slack jawed eye-roll) Duh, mom, my Amazon-Spain order arrives.

Me: (relieved) OH, also be kind.

Hank: Sorry, my excitement made me sassy.

Me: I have a deep, abiding love for all things stationary and school supplies, but I feel you have surpassed even me when it comes to such things.

Hank: I know I am weird, but I am so excited about my new Japanese pencil case, pens and especially the mild-lighters.

Me: Which are like high-lighters…

Hank: But mild.

Me: Meaning not day-glow and blinding.

Hank: Exactly.

Me: Those do sound exciting, but what I find even more thrilling is your attention to studying and raising your grades at school.

Hank: I love revision!

Me: I love that you say revision instead of studying like a proper British pre-school kid.

Hank: That is how my English teacher says it.

Me: Well, she is training y’all for the Cambridge Exam so bravo, pip-pip and tallyho!

Hank: I really love doing well in school and feeling prepared in class and I don’t even miss all the video games I used to play all day long! Now, it is like they are more special because I only really play them on weekends, accept for Animal Crossing.

Me: You waited three years for Animal Crossing-New Leaf I would hope it still holds your attention.

Hank: It is the cutest and my favorite game and perfect for 15 minute study breaks.

Me: Buddy, I will invest in your passions as long as you show me a return on my investments. In the immortal words of your father, “Talent needs supplies.”

Hank: Good revision is a talent! It isn’t easy until it becomes easy.

Me: Until it becomes routine.

Hank: Yes! And now I can’t imagine not revising every day. It’s like you said, “5-9th grade are the foundation.”

Me: And you can’t build a house on a shaky foundation and expect it to last.

Hank: (sigh) When I come home tomorrow it is going to be the best day ever. I even know exactly the spread I am going to make in my bullet journal first!

Me: You do you, pal, you do you and be happy.

Hank: (practically skipping out of the room) I AM SO HAPPY!





Pinterest is a website where you can save any information attached to a web address to specific Pin Boards displaying their image and a short description; much like a digital bulletin board that allows you to organize the beautiful chaos of the internet.


Hank: What are you looking at, mom?

Me: Pinterest.

Hank: Really? (scoffs)

Me: What?

Hank: No offense, mom, but you’re like so not a Pinterest-Mom.

Me: There is a such thing as a Pinterest-Mom?

Hank: Oh yah.

Me: But I enjoy Pinterest so why exactly do I not fall into this category of mom?

Hank: Because, like, a Pinterest-Mom is the kind of person who makes everything from scratch and then like organizes everything in cute bins with labels and enjoys cleaning.




Hank: And also you can’t be a Pinterest-Mom because of like your arthritis because hot glue guns and crafts and stuff.




Hank: But of course you know how to make things from scratch and you’re a great cook and at Christmas you make all of the decorations, like with a glue gun and by hand, but it’s like not your purpose in life, you know?

Me: Ohhhhhhhh!

Hank: Yah. I mean you could be a Pinterest-Mom, but you have books to write and things to do that make you happier.

Me: Meaning I can compete with the Pinterest-Moms, but their level of devotion does not bring me joy.

Hank: Yes, but compete only with a glue gun and artsyness and stuff. Cleaning and organizing and home decor…

Me: Are more your thing.

Hank: Exactly!

Me: So what you’re trying to say is that if we combine our efforts we’d make one Pinterest-Mom.

Hank: Yes.

Me: But who has time for that, anyway?

Hank: Right, not us! What are you on Pinterest for anyway?

Me: To research meal planning and prepping. Apparently, it is a thing your papa wants to do.

Hank: Oh my god, mom, papa is so a Pinterest-Dad.

Me: Truth.

Hank: Don’t ever show him Pinterest or every weekend…

Me: We’d be home-improving and hot gluing!

Hank: Yah, no way. I value my pajamas too much!

Me: Hot glue ruins pajamas.

Hank: YAS!


Thanks to Our Resident Buccaneer

conversations with hank buccaneer


(the morning after Molly literally kicked Hank out of his bed in the middle of the night and claimed it as her own like a bite-sized buccaneer)

Me: (entering the kitchen for coffee, only one eye open)

Hank: (sitting up in the guest room/my office bed, sipping hot chocolate gazing out the window)

Me: Good morning, Hank.

Hank: Good morning, mama! Do you want to make your coffee and meet me in here?

Me: I do! (push the correct buttons, add coffee and go stand in the doorway of the guest room/my office which is off the kitchen) How did you sleep after being so abruptly evicted from your own bed last night?
Hank: Honestly, that was the funniest thing that has ever happened to me.

Me: You’re such a good sport when it comes to Molly. I know it isn’t always easy having a three year old sister.

Hank: I love her so much it is easier than you think.

Me: You are Molly’s best big brother. (pausing to collect my coffee and enter the guest room/my office to sit on the opposite end of the bed from Hank) But you were warm enough? You slept well?

Hank: Mom, last night was the best. I love this room so much and I woke up without an alarm with the rain on the windows and I watched that for a long time before I got up and made myself a hot chocolate and the best part was I didn’t have to be quiet, I was able to turn the light on and not worry about waking up Amália and I didn’t have to use the light from my phone to find my slippers. I know we were talking about moving me to this room after Uncle Jesse’s visit, but mom, I mean I will wait, but do I have to go back? Can I just sleep in here until Uncle Jesse comes and then after?

Me: (realizing my kids are ready to have separate spaces and so grateful for the privilege to give them their own spaces) Well, Molly made it clear last night that she was ready to take over your big bed! Your bed has been proper hijacked.

Hank: She was so funny! I couldn’t stop laughing!

Me: She literally kicked you out of your bed then fell asleep.

Hank: And she slept all night?

Me: YES! I assumed she would be scared to sleep alone since you two have always shared a room, but she was fine. Not a peep!

Hank: Molly is brave, mom, she’s not like me.

Me: You’re also brave, Hank, no two people are alike and you will be brave for Molly in ways she isn’t able to be brave for you!

Hank: Are you okay with giving up your office? You can still use the desk when I am at school!

Me: Don’t you worry about me, pal. I can work anywhere.

Hank: I love this room. It is so cozy and special and I have been watching the pombos (pigeons) flying around and the swans over at the Casa (estate) across the street and everyone going into the hospital and to the bus stop; it’s just so peaceful. I understand why you love this room so much.

Me: (smiling and nodding)

Hank: This room just feels good.

Me: I’ve written two novels and countless children’s books in this room. I’ve written every single conversation for my blog, a clutch of travel articles, illustrated Billy Blankenstooth and made hundreds of drawings, day dreamed, emailed… I have worked here every day for the past six years and loved every minute.

Hank: No wonder I love it so much.