“you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.” – e. e. cummings

Mabel Xmas 2015

Mabel: “Mama, when I have a bad dream and I wake up scared I think about you and that makes me feel better.”

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I want to be just like her, when I grow up : A Snapshot.

I’m sitting on the back deck drinking a cup of tea. I love the Blue Willow china pattern; it reminds me of my childhood. Mabel’s just joined me.

I broke the head off the broom yesterday, sweeping bricks. Mae has fallen in love with the handle. She spins it expertly and it comes to rest by her side; she’s like something medieval. She’s still in her pyjamas. She’s golden in the sun.

‘What’s the opposite of a fairy?’ she asks me. ‘A mermaid?’ I venture, knowing that’s not quite right, but she’s onto something else.

‘Come ‘ere, dragon!’ she yells at the dog. ‘I’ve got a few ideas for you! On how to be fierce!’.

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A Snapshot: Fannies and Fairytales.

They’re sitting at the kitchen table, eating berry yoghurt with teaspoons. Mabel has asked me for two baby sisters for her birthday.

‘I’ll name them Elsa and Ana’, she tells me.

‘I want to have a baby when I grow up’ remarks her brother.

‘You can’t lay a baby!’ she tells him with authority. ‘You don’t have a fanny to lay it with!’

‘Okay then’; he pauses for thought. ‘You can have a baby when you grow up and give it to me!’.

‘Like Rumpelstiltskin!’ she roars.

They think they’re very funny.