Writing is like being able to put life into a snow globe. It takes the things that are too big and scary and reduces them into a form that I can put away when I want and look at from a distance. It also takes all that’s good in life and captures it into something I can take out when I want and look at close up and keep forever. It makes the bad things into something I can hold…and the good things into something I can hold onto. Both help so much that I need that little souvenir of life.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Silly Stuff From Around My House: The Lone Egg

When she was little, the smiley faces began appearing in the condensation on my car window. When they started appearing on dusty furniture, I told her that her new chore could be dusting. So the faces started appearing on her plate instead. She knew I couldn’t tell her not to eat, the imp.

Now she is almost ready for college, and this is what appeared in my refrigerator the other day. “Why?” I asked.

“He was lonely,” she shrugged.

Gracious, I will miss her.

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves. ~Victor Hugo

10 comments:

  1. oh, how very sweet! Thanks for the comment on my blog :)

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  2. The post was SO sweet but... I keep picturing a you tube video I saw where Santa ate cookies and the cookies freaking out. Your little egg has the same expression. :)
    Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow

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  3. So cute! I can see she has her mother's creativeness and sense of humor!
    I don't think I could ever use an egg like that! I would take out the yolk and preserve it forever.

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  4. I'm sure you WILL miss her terribly when she goes off to college, but I promise you this: you and your daughter will become closer in a deeper, ore meaningful way when she flies away for a while, then comes back home, then flies away for a month or two or three and then comes back home. It is bittersweet, but it (gradually) evolves into a phase where the two of you are more like old friends---of course, the kind of old friends where you often "loan" money to your friend, you are expected to help her move each time she changes residences, and you sometimes get the privilege of washing her clothes and buying her fresh toiletries when she comes home...

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  5. Hi Tammy,
    What a sweet post. Your daughter sounds like a gem.
    Donna

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  6. Oh Tam, such a sweet/bittersweet post! I agree with everyone above...and especially Sioux! (even though I've never had a daughter, I've experienced the growing up and moving away of my "baby" Mark!)

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  7. Thanks, Linda and Donna!

    Jules, that could be where she got the idea. He DID successfully avoid being eaten since I worried about how toxic that marker was. Weedwacker, the egg got a solemn wastebasket burial, but the photo was my way of preserving him.

    Sioux, got a great laugh about those "old friends" who borrow money and toiletries and ask you to move them!! Like Becky, I have the male version of one of those right now, and you're right...even if he does abscond with my toilet paper.

    I appreciate all of your kind words!

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  8. Starting college is such an exciting time for everyone. It does change things at home, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. More time for writing?

    Pat
    www.critteralley.blogspot.com

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  9. Aw...that really touched me. It seems to say so much, that little face on the egg! Good luck to your daughter. She'll have the time of her life!

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