Mommy Repeat

Yes, my son calls me Mommy Repeat. He has called me by this nickname for a long time and, to be honest, it took me quite a while to realize the significance. He loves the sounds of language and chose the name for the rhythm and not for the meaning. But it is true that I am a mommy and I do, in fact, repeat...and repeat. I tried to tell my son that I would rather be called Mommy Says-Things-Only-One-Time, but have had no luck yet selling him on this new name. Mommy Repeat seems to have stuck.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Simple Things

It is the little things that make me smile. Here is one from this week...

We cleaned out our pantry yesterday and found a really old spaghetti squash pushed behind mounds of food. I think we have had it since our last CSA season, which ended early last summer because of our drought. That means we have had this squash in the pantry for about nine or ten months.

My heart sank a bit when I caught sight of it back there. I assumed it would be completely rotten, moldy and disintegrated all over the back of the shelf.

I was shocked when I picked it up and it was still firm and solid...and incredibly light.

It was turning into a gourd right in the back of our pantry.

Nature continues to defy my expectations, even now after more than three decades. Especially in this dusty, dry climate of West Texas. I do not know if I will ever get used to it.