Today is about (insert epic announcer voice) The Thrill Of Victory and the Agony of Defeat…. …or something like that. My oldest is a bright, thoughtful kid. Empathetic and sensitive and introverted, and in short, a continual source of pride to me. Not perfect, but a continual source of pride nonetheless. “He wants to get his…
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Me, My Boy, and the Words on the Page
I wrote my first story in the fourth grade, in the back seat of the “new bus” (at that time, my rural Catholic school had two bus routes; I was on number 2) with my second cousin. We knelt on the floor and used the vinyl seats as a desk. We were writing fan fiction.…
Read MoreAgony and Ecstasy
Alex was nervous. Really nervous. But he was trying really hard not to show it. It was his third time acting as altar server—and his first wedding. We called up our neighbor two doors over, who’s been serving for six years, and asked him to serve with Alex. Forty-five minutes before Go Time, Alex was…
Read More(Mostly) Wordless Wednesday: My Baby’s Growing Up
After having to push Alex to go through altar server training, I was glad to see that he seemed to be excited about starting his ministry…but also nervous. I was so proud of him on Sunday morning.
Read MoreMe, My Kid, And Risk Aversion
There was an article in the Washington Post last week about middle schoolers and risk taking. Essentially, it said: in order for children to morph into adults, they have to take risks–defined as anything that takes them outside their comfort zone: crazy hair, weird clothes, a new activity–or scarier alternatives like drugs, sex and…
Read MoreChallenger Baseball
A photo post for a Wednesday… On Monday night, Alex volunteered at the “Challenger” league for his little league organization. Challenger is for kids with special needs. Christian asked this young man’s mother if we could post pictures, and she gave us permission, so here we are: a moment in which I am very proud of…
Read MoreA New Stage of Parenthood
I’ve been firmly entrenched in the “small child” phase of parenting for so long, I kind of forgot there was another stage coming. Well, really in the grand scheme of life, it isn’t that long. I’ve been married almost fifteen. With Christian for almost nineteen. Playing flute for thirty. Writing for thirty-five, and going to…
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A Christmas Story By Alex
(Mostly) Wordless Wednesday
St. Michael the Archangel is in the house! Good thing he has an obliging baby brother willing to play Lucifer.
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Kathleen M. Basi 