Ramblings and musings of a mother, archeologist, writer, and simple member of society
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Well, it is almost July 4th, which means the boy turns another year older. My soon to be 8 year old was telling us what he would like for his birthday dinner [birthday person chooses whatever (within reason) they want for his/her birthday dinner]. He said something frightening to us native Yankees - "I want a Texas dinner." What is a Texas dinner? No it is not rattlesnake or armadillo, at least not in my son's mind. All it is is steaks and potatoes on the grill along with corn-on-the-cob and a nice fresh salad. This is actually the birthday meal my husband normally picks out, but the fact that the boy calls it a "Texas dinner" is a little scary. He is slowly losing his northern roots and becoming a "Texan".
I have a true doppleganger, but many say that I look just like (fill in the blank). Love found me years ago and luckily I invited it to stay. My most recent journey is raising my son to be a gift to rather than a burden on society. If I succeed at that, I will have succeeded at life.