Two Boxes

I started sharing the news today of my extreme aimlessness. I know I am qualified for things, lots of things, but I can't figure out how to go about, how to convince people I'm worth it, and make it happen according to my time line.

I was thinking of great memories I have of my kids throughout the years. I think I'll start writing them in each post. Here's the start.

Josie and Corey hold tight to their respective loops on the rope, walking home from the park. Following rules to a T, Corey often reminding the teachers when we've deviated, they speak at an acceptable volume, to the person nearest, keeping eyes forward, hands at their sides. I tune in as Corey, 3, says "But two girls can't get married in Pennsylvania." Josie says, "I know. But we can go to New York. Girls can get married there." Josie has two aunts living in the City. She loves to visit her cousin and play in their high rise loft, above all the surrounding buildings. She loves her Aunt Mimi, Emily to adults, and speaks of her often. Corey, "I don't think we can in New York. Maybe. Can two girls get married in New York?" They look to me. I'm beaming. So proud that these girls can think so logically, and so clearly about how to marry each other. Recognizing limitations and barriers that stand in their way, and mapping out how to jump the hurtles so they can be married. This speck of hope for the next generation lies right in front of me, with these adorable little ladies. I tell them maybe, when they are old enough, they will be able to get married. Corey, "Yah. I think so. I think we can get married then." I can't help smiling like a fool. They giggle. We march forward with our routine.