By Melodee I locked my son out of the house today. I did. He’d run outside to make a dramatic point about the horrors of repeating a failed spelling test. When I saw the door ajar, I closed it, locked it and then made sure the other doors were locked, too. Ha! (I, myself, am…
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My Four-Year Old
By Melodee My daughter thought 6:12 a.m. was a fine time to wake up. I thought not, so I rocked her for two minutes and put her back to bed. I think she woke up because she was cold. She was cold because she refused a blanket last night because she is four years old…
Give Me Some Earplugs!
By Melodee I’m turning into my grandmother with her intolerance for noise. Macular degeneration stole her sight, so she sits in one chair, mostly, listening to the silence when she isn’t listening to the Bible on tape. I rarely take my kids to viist because I know she cannot tolerate the noise. She’s 101. What’s…
Being A Mother Is Harder Than I Thought
By Melodee My daughter is four and a half. As the youngest child and only girl in my family, she exerts her will on her brothers by crying. She sobs, weeps and screams, in fact, which punctures my eardrums and spins my head on my neck. Her brothers, ages 14, 14 and 9, cannot remember…
I Quit
By Melodee I quit. I quit because I am unqualified. I took this job when it involved nothing more than cuddling babies, changing diapers and offering the appropriate amount of formula per day. I wasn’t required to make conversation, enforce rules or deal with teenage lapses in judgment. I was good back then. I could…