Saturday, January 02, 2010

all stories must come to an end at last



































i am notorious for my post-holiday melancholy. i could feel it welling last night when i walked minnow around the block and saw all the christmas trees lying beside the street. they always make me think of the hans christian andersen story the fir tree, which i read to bean when she was three or four and which made her sob and sob. yes, it was one of the top five low moments in my parenting career (nothing can top the time i killed the gerbils, though).

3 comments:

Melissa Crowe said...

I'm just telling you this to make you feel better: once a three-year-old A. and I were in a paddle boat on a lake, and bees swarmed us. I hopped out of the boat and left her in it. For, you know, like three seconds, before I realized I had to get a grip and be a parent. But those three seconds are burned into my mother-guilt-memory FOREVER.

David said...

Keep in mind that the days are getting longer now!

lizzie lou said...

both of these comments make me feel better!