Dagny runs a vintage shop, so cute things are forever coming into our house, and it’s not always easy to see them go. Every once in a while (this morning, for example) she takes pity on me and sends something my way.
A wrap skirt with lions, flamingos, giraffes, parrots, and alligators? You can take the girl out of the 70s but you can’t take the 70s out of the girl.
Six pounds of blueberries picked today, all by my lonesome.
We’ve got 17 blueberry bushes of our own, but they’re not producing much yet, so I went, as I have for the past twelve years, to our neighbors’ farm to get my blueberry fix.
It’s about 90 degrees today and blueberry bushes don’t cast a heck of a lot of shade, so picking was hot work. It was made much more pleasant by the presence of a family who was picking nearby. Two very young boys with their parents, and every word the parents said, both to each other and to their children, was thoughtful and pleasant and kind and reasonable. The parents’ tones were reflected in the boys’. Perfectly normal relatively-new-to-the-planet-person behavior (I’m going to pee here. Look what I found! I want to throw a stick. He took my stick!) was responded to with good humor and patience.
I’ve been asked, if I were to sum up my book in one sentence, what would it be?
It’s ok to be kind to your children.
Truly, it is. There’s no need to snap at, boss, or reprimand. No need to yell or scold. Kindness doesn’t spoil people. Kindness make people happy. The person being treated kindly, the person acting kindly, and the stranger standing nearby.
Dagny was eleven years old when she met Andrew.
Next Sunday, they will be married by Jessica, who has been a steady presence through the highs and the lows of their growing up together.
Just as Dagny knew at eleven that she loved this boy, she knew now that she wanted a simple wedding, with a picnic in our yard, and only enough people present that she could have a long conversation with each and every one.
She makes good choices, this baby of mine.