The Card

He has a card in his wallet.  I found it online, printed it out and laminated it with tape.  On his 18th birthday I gave it to him and explained it's function.

I know he will have to use it sometime.  I know he is reluctant to do so.  

Sometimes humans do not want help, or even want to admit that they need help.  Sometimes that is okay...builds character and strength, as they say.

But sometimes, it is a dangerous game...to rely on other humans.  To rely on the good and hope that the dark, ignorant and hateful sides of humanity do not exist or that you will not encounter them.  That you will not be misunderstood.

So. There is the card. In his wallet.  I wish it was a protection spell.  I wish it was more.  I hope it will never be used...but if it is...I hope that it protects and shields him...from himself.

The card can be found here.

Pooh!

For many reasons, I loved going to the Museum of Fine Art's new exhibit today.

Winnie the Pooh is one of my all-time favorite characters and one of my favorite book series.  Especially when I read the books to Michael for the first time as a parent, they really meant a great deal to me.

Sometimes you forget those things that mean so much to you, sometimes you have lost track of them for a while...and then you see something like this exhibit (or when Willow and I went to the Christopher Robin movie earlier this year) that reminds you of your old friend(s) and why you loved them. 

The exhibition was well done and I thoroughly enjoyed it!

I have a feeling some exploration of Pooh related movies/books will be in the near future...

Snap Shots

Her school picture is here...she did not wear her glasses, but I see her in the picture.  She is young and confident.  She is young an not sure of herself and her place in this world.  She is older than she lets on. She tall and witty and funny and silly and smart and naive and annoying and selfish and wonderful.

She is almost a teenager.  She is still my little baby.  All this I see in a snapshot..a flash of light and an image of one moment frozen in time.  Not even a really important moment in time.  

I see her future self and her past self.  I see an enigma before me that I clearly can read.