atomic mama

Turn and face the strain.

Or at least turn anyway. Lina is now facing forward in the car! What next? Lip gloss? Listening to Marilyn Manson with her door closed? Eyebrow piercings?

Though I am (and will continue to be… sorry, Art) a woman of the tattoo, the whole piercing thing freaks me out. I think it’s just generational. More than one older, open-minded, generally progressive person (no names here) has winced at my newest body art. I understand this because when I look at one of my students and see that she has several pieces of metal sticking out of her head, I have to force myelf not to remove them with my own two hands. “You’re so lovely! Stop mutilating yourself!” Yes, yes. I understand.

Newly acquired language from the Waddler Room: No, and Mine.

Newly acquired fashion from Mama: pink and red smoking-jacket-like sweater similar to one worn by her Auntie Kerry.

And one last thing I must mention. When I picked Lina up from school yesterday, I was told in no uncertain terms that we need to practice PAINTING with her at home. This is because she recoils from pigments as if they were excrement from the bowels of hell. Apparently, another teacher (Lina’s previous teacher) had to be called in to “help” during art time. It was suggested that we just start with water, and slowly work our way up to dirty water, water with food coloring, and then finally to the diabolical substance itself: paint.

Never before had I noticed the word “pain” so clearly present in the word “paint.” I’ll keep you posted. And we’ll have to share some pictures, because maybe you just don’t believe how upset she gets.

Time may change me, but I can’t trace time.

 

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