The day school let out for Christmas, I walked seven kids, ages 5 to 11, about a mile from school to the mall, across nine lanes of traffic on one of the busiest roads in town, so we could ring the Salvation Army bell at JCPenney. And I wasn’t nervous about it. I knew it…
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How To Make A Snow Day, According to Kindergarten and Second Grade
“Mrs. Basi!” yells Kindergarten Carpool child, upon leaping into the van after school. “Do you want to have a SNOW DAY tomorrow???!!!!” “No, I do not,” I reply. Undeterred, he shouts, “You have to put an ICE CUBE in the TOILET and let it melt! And then you flush it!” “Uh….okay.” Nicholas leaps into the…
Read MoreA Random Sampling of the Wanton Destruction Unleashed by Boys
Can YOUR kids crack a countertop with nothing but a toothbrush?
Read MoreOf Christmas Decs, My Witty Husband, and Impossible Christmas Lists
White lights, colored lights, first aid kits, and Santa beating her head on the desk. Bring on the holidays.
Read MoreKid Moments, To Brighten Your Day
Alex, 11, as we pull in the driveway after school: “You guys used 30 pronouns in the time between the stop sign by the pool and here.” Me: “Were you counting?” Alex: “Yes, and that was another one.” ** Julianna, 9, in the van, listening to Puff the Magic Dragon on the beat-up Peter, Paul &…
Read MoreThe Problem Of Teaching A Child The Faith
It’s got to be tough to be the kid who has two musical parents who are extremely involved in their church. He has a set of gifts that are his birthright—a great ear, the ability to pick out tunes in multiple keys and sometimes even harmonize them, plus a blossoming skill on the piano and…
Read MoreIn Which The Letter “L” is a Bittersweet Milestone
When I think about my kids, I often have to chuckle at God’s sense of humor. I always claimed that I would accept any child given to me, that health or disability wouldn’t matter. But I didn’t mean it. And I knew I didn’t mean it, although I never admitted it, even to myself. I…
Read MoreThe Incredible Sick
Every superhero movie these days involves a mind-blowing escalation of the final battle. You know. The Avengers are fighting creepy mechanical creatures that fly around knocking New York City to pieces. You think it can’t get any worse, and then it does: there’s a lull in the action, a low-pitched roar, and my kids start…
Read MoreDouble Standards
At the sound of a crash on wood, Christian and I both turned around, gearing up for a Parental Scowl at the offending child. By the time we saw the toy tractor, which had been dropped into our pew by the non-Basi boy in the row behind, I realized it was far too sharp a…
Read MoreThe Grace to Let Enough be Enough
“What come next?” There was a period of several months recently when Julianna was constantly asking this question: when a song ended on a CD, at the end of a scene in a movie, whenever we got back in the van after running an errand or going to a lesson. Lately, it feels like the…
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Kathleen M. Basi 