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A Poem for Our Resident Pterodactylus and Yours!

Conversations with Hank (a conversation with molly)

Our resident Pterodactyl grooming her pet Apatosaurus

 

Me: Gooooood morning, Mz. Molly MaGoo!

Molly: (wrapped in a blanket on the sofa, newly arisen) NOOOOAoaoaorrrrrrrrrrk!

Me: (not taking much notice of the fact that Molly is 100% pterodactyl in the morning) I trust you had a wonderful trip to Bedfordshire.

Molly: ArrrrRRRRRRrrrwarquk!

Me: I have a brand new pair knee-socks for you this morning.

Molly: (practically spitting mad) grrrrrraa-AAAAAAWWWWWQUARKKKK!

Me: Do you know why they’re called knee-socks?

Molly: GARRRRRRRRRRRKAQUK!

Me: Because they are so long they stop at your knees, silly!

Molly: MOOoaoaoarrrkrkrkyquark! (climbing out of the blanket and into my lap)

Me: (sigh) Have I ever told you the story of the girl who went to bed herself, but every morning woke up a pterodactyl?

Molly: arrrrrrrr-no-arrrrrgh.

Me: Shall I then? Shall I tell you?

Molly: (nodding, still growling)

Me: Once Upon a Time…

 

There was a lovely little girl,
Full of twists and turns,
Giggles and wiggles,
Adventure and mischief and play

Who every night went sweetly to bed,
And awoke a pterodactyl the very next day!

Molly: (lifting her head from my chest, meeting my eyes knowingly, before slamming her head back down again)

Me: OOfta!

The pterodactyl would squawk, and flap and spit!
She’d refuse kindness and kisses and screamed for FISH STICKS!

She’d protest and roar about all that was done.
She’d shriek and she’d hide her face from the sun.

Her parents were worried, her brother concerned,
For regardless of temper she had so much to learn.

They took her to the doctor and even to the Zoo!
But even the experts hadn’t a clue what to do!

Her condition was a mystery,
There was nothing to be done!
They suffered the pterodactyl
For clearly, she’d won.

Her family they loved her,
No matter what form.
But often their patience
Were tired and worn.

She was still their girl, loving and sweet
Even if she were monster when morning they’d meet.

Funny thing about their pterodactyl.
It’s curious you see,
While eating her midmorning snack
She’d giggle with glee

And often with a sneeze, a wiggle or a twirl
The Dinosaur would turn back into their special little girl.

Her tail would recede,
Her scales into curls,
Her wing would be folded,
And dissolve with a whirl.

And her sweet, mischievous, charming self…
There she’d be!

So, if you often wake with a dinosaur in your house:
Give them space, give them time, give them snack
BUT DON’T THROW THEM OUT!

Not everyone is kindness and gladness when you meet,
But all can be restored with the right things to eat!

Molly: (lifting her head when I’d finished)

Me: (brushing her hair from her eyes) Not everyone is meant for mornings, Captain MaGoo.

Molly: (tilting her head to one side)

Me: Do you know who that story is about?

Molly: (nodding yes)

Me: Who is it about then?

Molly: (tilting her head back and releasing a great ROAR)

Me: You are correct! That story is about you, my charmingly spiky morning monster!

Molly: Again, mommy!

Me: You want me to tell it to you again?

Molly: Again, arrrrrrgwak!

Me: I understand that was pterodactyl for please. I speak semi-fluent Pterodactylus at this point.

Molly: Again, please.

Me: Once Upon a Time…

 

 

 

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HANK: Age 10 and The End of Laziness (Except on the Weekends, Because That is What Weekends Are For)

conversations with hank

 

Me: Good morning, Hank.

Hank: Morning.

Me: How did you sleep?

Hank: (stretching like a cat) So well I didn’t want to get out of bed.

Me: That is the best and worst kind of sleep.

Hank: Isn’t it?

Me: Are you ready for your day?

Hank: No. I mean, I have my backpack packed and I’m dressed, but I’m not ready, you know?

Me: I hear you. Life is hard.

Hank: Yes!

Me: No, I mean it. I was up late into the night trying to remember if I ever properly explained to you that life is hard.

Hank: I know.

Me: But do you? Nothing in life ever came easily to me. I do not remember ever being just naturally good at something, ever. Everything took work. Even now, especially now.

Hank:

Me: I spent most of my young life confused, because reading and writing were so hard for me and for other kids it seemed they could just do it, and math, too. It was never easy for me to make friends. I had a few good friends, but over all the majority of kids in my class and at my schools had a rather low opinion of me and liked to tell me my flaws as if it wasn’t obvious I wasn’t aware of them myself. It took a rather long time from my personality to progress from obnoxious to funny and I was awkwardly experimental in finding my style and finding myself beautiful. Being a mom was the hardest thing I have ever done and I am still learning from my mistakes, even ten years later, to be your and Molly’s best mother. I’ve had to work harder than anyone I know to achieve any goal to my minimal satisfaction since first grade and that, at times, has made me feel extremely alone, but I never gave up and I never surrendered.

Hank:

Me: I know you are bummed about your low grade on your Portuguese test, but I promise you: your teachers, your papa and I, we are here and we support you. If you trust us we will help you and encourage you to do better. If your doing your best, your best is enough and that includes learning that what you thought was your best could be improved.

Hank: That hurts my feelings. I thought I did my best, but I didn’t.

Me: I know it does. Life isn’t easy, but it is always worth it. To achieve your school goals you will have to work harder especially when it isn’t easy and especially when your feelings are hurt, but if you put in the work now hard work won’t intimidate you further down the road.

Hank:

Me: No one says this to kids. Adults lecture and advise and hug, but they rarely explain. It will take time, it will feel like forever and it will be work, but if you have a goal and you achieve it then the pride you feel will be worth the effort. Plus, that is why there are chocolates and bike rides and video games in the world. You can’t deny yourself the good; the good makes the work worth it.

Hank: When I sit down to take a test I just want it to be over. I am so worried that I won’t finish that I rush and papa told me that is where I make mistakes. I just wish there were no clocks and we had our own time.

Me: I am listening, You have precious little of your own time in life. You have your school time, then your homework time, then your responsibility time such as cleaning and hygiene, then you have family time which is great, but can be stressful and only after do you have the illusive, me time. We will talk with your teacher and find a better way to help you manage the stress of the time clock. If you are your enemy then you have the power to win the fight.

Hank: (deep sigh)

Me: It is not easy to be ten.

Hank: It really isn’t.

Me: Ten is where you’re given responsibilities and begin to taste #adulting.

Hank: I hate it, I don’t want to grow up, but I also want my own apartment someday and I want to go to cafés and drink coffee and meet friends and have dinner parties and decorate and get my drivers license and got to university for something and I want to be good at stuff.

Me: You don’t have to grow-up to do those things! You don’t have to lose who you are now or give something away for those things. You just have to commit to work for them. You can work hard toward those goals wearing a Totoro onesie while doing your homework with a bright green gel pen while deep conditioning your hair and singing Eurovision songs at the top of your lungs.

Hank: Mom, be serious!

Me: I AM! You got a poor grade on your Portuguese test because you made lazy mistakes, you didn’t read directions, you rushed and you were careless with your spelling. You didn’t fail, but you almost did. I think the title of this chapter of your memoir is called, HANK: Age 10 and The End of Laziness… Except on the Weekends Because That is What Weekends Are For.

Hank: (giggling)

Me: So thank you for letting me talk to you about this. I just wanted you to understand that everything you love about your life our family and our home and everything I love about my life and our family is the result of years of dedication and hard work. Nothing came easy, but I am rich with love and happiness and friends and knowledge and success and no one gave me these things, but me. I hold the power to achieve my goals and so do you! I invested in myself when it would have been far easier to never even try. Now it is your turn to invest in your self and your goals.

Hank: Yah.

Me: Is this a helpful conversation or does this truth just stress you out?

Hank: (thinking) Helpful. (pause) Did things come easy for papa?

Me: That is his story to tell and you will have to ask him, but I believe everyone has a struggle, especially at ten years old, otherwise how would anyone appreciate the good things in life like sunsets and birthdays and lazy café afternoons and making their baby sister laugh or climbing on rocks at the seaside looking for tide pools.

Hank: That last one is my favorite.

Me: I know.

Hank: I miss my bed.

Me: Me, too.

Hank: I have to get going.

Me: I know, it’s time.

Hank: (deep, exhausted sigh)

Me: I am always here for you. You are not alone.

Hank: I know.

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Molly’s first story

 

How Molly Sleeps Every Single Night

How Molly Sleeps Every Single Night

 

Molly: Que tas a fazer, mãe? Mãe? Oh, mãããe? (What are you doing, mom? Mom? Oh, mooooom?)

Me: (in my office working physically, but mentally in the 16th century) Filha (daughter), hurray!! Hello, lovie little one.

Molly: Whaaaa you doing. mommy?

Me: I’m working.

Molly: Working?

Me: I’m writing a story.

Molly: Me, too? Me too, please?

Me: You’d like to write a story, MaGoo?

Molly: Yes. Sit in mama’s chair. Write story, too. Please?

Me: Alright, one second. (saving my work, closing my files, opening a new word document)

Molly: (dancing in anticipation)

Me: (vacating my desk chair)

Molly: (immediately pulling herself up into it) Spin me, mama! Spin me, please.

Me: One good twirl to get the creative juices flowing. (spinning her cautiously)

Molly: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Okay, all done. I working now.

Me: A vontade (make yourself comfortable).

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Me: What does this say?

Molly: Say a story.

Me: Oh, lovely. Will you read to me your story?

Molly: (pointer finger on the screen, reading aloud) Once upon time um.. Pete the Cat ah… ShOOOoooes. Charlie and Lola funny, soooooo funny. Molly and mama. Mano. The END!

Me: That was a great story!

Molly: Not done, mama. Not done! (furiously typing)